I CAUGHT a little ladybird That flies far away; I caught a little lady wife That is both staid and gay. Come back, my scarlet ladybird, Back from far away; I weary of my dolly wife, My wife that cannot play. She's such a senseless wooden thing She stares the livelong day; Her wig of gold is stiff and cold And cannot change to grey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER |