What lady knows a hat as well as I? Let her come forward with a finer flair! I like them small, sophisticated, spry, Or gravely drooping with a trustful air; I like them lined with white and rather pure; Or dangerous, and dark as any crow; I like them reckless, mocking, never sure; I like a sailor -- strictly yes or no. A pirate turban's priceless for a talk; A rose-wreathed leghorn when one's feeling vain; I fancy tricornes for the morning walk, And a little leather London slouch for rain; Wide, wistful tulles for tea; for windy weather, A tam o'shanter with a wicked feather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE BOB CRUIKSHANKS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: COUNTENANCE FOREBODING EVIL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GEMINI AND VIRGO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD WITH HIS SON by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |