ELIZABETH, my cousin, is the sweetest little girl, From her eyes like dark blue pansies, to her tiniest golden curl; I do not use her great long name, but simply call her Bess, And yesterday I planted her in mustard and in cress. My garden is so narrow that there's very little room, But I'd rather have her name than get a hollyhock to bloom; And before she comes to visit us with Charley and with Jess, She'll pop up green and bonny out of mustard and of cress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD AT PORT ROYAL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 36. ASH-SHAKIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE DAY by MARGARET ESTELLA BIGHAM |