TWO fashionable women, rather gay Than wise, were bosom friends for many a year, And called each other darling, duck, and dear, As lovers do, -- till, one unlucky day, The younger, falling into sad disgrace (An old suspicion blackening into proof), Her cautious crony coldly kept aloof, And, for a time, discreetly hid her face. Meeting at last, the injured lady cries, "Is this the way you cherish and defend The wounded honor of your dearest friend?" "Of course I knew," the timid dame replies, "The tale was false, -- but then what could I do? -- I have n't character enough for two!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE CHURCH OF BROU by MATTHEW ARNOLD |