ASLIM, young girl, in lilac quaintly dressed; A mammoth bonnet, lilac like the gown, Hangs from her arm by wide, white strings, the crown Wreathed round with lilac blooms; and on her breast A cluster; lips still smiling at some jest Just uttered, while the gay, gray eyes half frown Upon the lips' conceit; hair, wind-blown, brown Where shadows stray, gold where the sunbeams rest. Ah! lilac lady, step from your gold frame, Between that starched old Bishop and the dame In awe-inspiring ruff. We'll brave their ire And trip a minuet. You will not? -- Fie! Those mocking lips half make me wish that I, Her grandson, might have been my own grandsire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: ROBERT OF SICILY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER |