IF you get into me, I have no sort of doubt, But that you will endeavor forthwith to get out; Behead me, and then I'm the lone widow's weeds; Behead me again, and I'm tiny round seeds; Repeat yet again the above operation, And I am renowned for my quick imitation, My mischievous habits, and horrid grimaces,— You're myself, if you practice unnatural graces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |