I bought a dishmop -- having no daughter -- for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine and made a tousled head of it, fastened it upon a turned ash stick slender at the neck straight, tall -- when tied upright on the brass wallbracket to be a light for me and naked as a girl should seem to her father. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE PLACE OF FAME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VERMONT THRASHERS ARE COMING by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE LAMENT OF SIGISMUNDO IN LA VIDA ES SUENO by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA |