SHE'S a woman! The gracious girl's in longer dresses, And desecrating hands have piled In one bright crown her flying tresses; But yesterday she was a child, And joined to mine her frank caresses, Perched in a radiant bundle on my knee To stroke my face or kiss it suddenly. She's a woman! O thievish Time, to steal my pleasure, Her weight, her fingers in my hair! No more she dangles at her leisure A shapely limb from out the pear. Still, in a statelier way this treasure Colours my life, and from the tomboy age Gives me her eyes and voice for heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE MUGFORD'S VICTORY by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK |