A change hath come over young Fanny, The yellow-hair'd lass of the Dene. Erewhile she look'd cosy and canny, But now what aileth the queen? Erewhile she'd the bearing which blesses The heart of the weary and worn, Now all Percy Main she distresses, And burdens the air with her scorn. Erewhile she was sweet as the lily, And mild as the lamb on the lea, Now sour as the docken, and truly More fierce than a tiger is she. Erewhile she would play with the kitten, Averse to contention and strife, Now Tab on the house-top is sitting And dare not come down for her life. "What aileth the jewel?" quoth granny; "What aileth the winds when they blow? When the reason's no secret to Fanny, The reason we mortals may know." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO CHILDREN: 6. BIRDS OF THE AIR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 3. OLD STORY-TELLING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |