THE summer girl doth now unfurl Her banners to the breeze, Delsarte's chart and Ma'm'selle's Art Have fashioned her to please. Her jewels flash, she cuts a dash, The women may condemn; She little cares if she ensnares The hearts of all the men. The summer girl can deftly twirl Her parasol or fan, Can promenade in shine or shade, Nor freckles fear nor tan. The summer girl with hair a-curl, With frills and furbelows, With winning smiles and witching wiles Will captivate the beaux. They lightly whirl this summer girl, Held in a close embrace, Soft nothings say, then glide away To give another place. This summer girl with teeth of pearl, This summer girl I sing, Wears jewels rare—yet I declare, Has no engagement ring! @3Pourquoi?@1 There's been a crash and "papa's" cash, And all his precious stock, Slid with the bank and quickly sank, It was a fearful shock The winds blow keen—this quondam queen, A summer girl no more— Now hies her home no more to roam Where billows lave the shore. This summer girl without a curl, "A maiden all forlorn,' Is learning how to milk the cow, "The cow with the crumpled horn" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE TAPESTRY TREES by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON CHERRY TREE IN AUTUMN by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER |