THE pretty washermaiden, She washes on always! And as she rubs, and as she wrings, Her shapely body sways and springs As if to burst her stays. Her cheek is rich and shining And brown as any egg, And, when she dives into her tub To duck the linen she's to scrub, She shows the neatest leg! Her round arms white with lather, Her elbows fresh and red, Her mouth the rosiest of buds, Who would not risk a shower of suds To kiss her dainty head? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |