LADY Queen Anne she sits in the sun, As fair as a lily, as white as a swan; Come taste my lily, come smell my rose, Which of my maidens do you choose? The ball is ours and none of yours, Go to the wood and gather flowers. Cats and kittens now stay within, While we young maidens walk out and in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL TRANSFIGURATION by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |