HER leghorn hat has rows on rows Of ribbon, tied with charming bows. The crown is wreathed in dainty green, And from their leaves there peep between Some rosebuds white as winter snows. The brim's so large, whene'er it blows, Her face is hid from friends and foes, As all must know who once have seen Her leghorn hat. I wonder why it droops and flows About her face; howe'er she pose, It always serves her as a screen: I cannot guess, and yet I ween It keeps the freckles from her nose, Her leghorn hat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES ABIDE WITH US by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR CONQUERORS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN WHEN WE ARE ALL ASLEEP by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |