I PASS'D her one day in a hurry, When late for the Post with a letter -- I think near the corner of Murray -- And up rose my heart as I met her! I ne'er saw a parasol handled So like to a dutchess's doing -- I ne'er saw a slighter foot sandall'd, Or so fit to exhale in the shoeing -- Lovely thing! Surprising! -- one woman can dish us So many rare sweets up together! Tournure absolutely delicious -- Chip hat without flower or feather -- Well-gloved and enchantingly boddiced, Her waist like the cup of a lily -- And an air, that, while daintily modest, Repell'd both the saucy and silly -- Quite the thing! For such a rare wonder you'll say, sir, There's reason in straining one's tether -- And, to see her again in Broadway, sir, Who would not be lavish of leather! I met her again, and as @3you@1 know I'm sage as old Voltaire at Ferney -- But I said a bad word -- for my Juno Look'd sweet on a sneaking attorney -- Horrid thing! Away flies the dream I had nourish'd -- My castles like mockery fall, sir! And, now, the fine airs that she flourish'd Seem varnish and crockery all, sir! The bright cup which angels might handle Turns earthy when finger'd by asses -- And the star that "swaps" light with a candle, Thenceforth for a pennyworth passes! -- Not the thing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 4. THE TIMOROUS ADVENTURER by PHILIP AYRES A SPENDTHRIFT by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON WASHINGTON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN 'CARTHON' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |