I was so chill, and overworn, and sad, To be a lady was the only joy I had. I walked the street as silent as a mouse, Buying fine clothes, and fittings for the house. But since I saw my love I wear a simple dress, And happily I move Forgetting weariness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL |