THO' a crumpled glove it be, Yet 't is precious, -- just to me It was Di's. And the little hand that wore it, Heavens, did I not adore it! With what sighs Have I pressed those finger-tips, Longing to try with my lips Sweeter prize! Such a darling little shape, Just the hand you want to take In your own, And to call the owner dear, too, While you're sitting very near, too, And alone. If a man will try and see, He will find to love he'll be Very prone. She was very sweet and shy When I whispered, "Lovely Di, Be mine, love!" When her pretty hand I sought, too, When I thought her fairly caught, too, She fled from me with a start, Gave me smiling, not her heart, But her glove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 2. MUTUAL LOVE by PHILIP AYRES POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |