PAINT Anastasia as a saint; Priscilla as a Puritan, Holding long lily stalks; but paint Dear Dolly with a fan! It is a page wherefrom we read Each word she has to say; Learn who may come, and who must speed, And who may near her stay. It is a wall as stout as stone, Where sweet and cold of face, When in the mood she sits alone Behind its frill of lace. 'Tis covered thick with blossoms small, Red-tinted like the morn; And he who'd dare to scale that wall Would find each rose a thorn. Ah, Dolly, Dolly! we confess, Amongst us all there's not a man, But knows he's loved a little less Than your quaint silken fan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON THE BRITISH PHILIPPIC by MARK AKENSIDE DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT MY GARDEN by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE |