Sweet Margaret's laugh can make Her whole plump body shake. Jane's cherry lips can show Their white stones in a row. A soft June smile steals out Of Mary's April pout. Sweet creatures swim and play In Maud's blue pools all day. But when Rose walks abroad, Jane, Margaret, Mary, Maud, Do stand as little chance To throw a lovely glance, As the Moon that's in the sky While still the Sun is high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN A BURIAL-GROUND .. SOCIETY OF FRIENDS by BERNARD BARTON |