Red slippers from a princess's feet Bought for a song in a Persian street; A string of beads and a kiss, or a peck, In each dull stone upon her neck; A stolen book from a grey convent With its broken chain and Latin print; All of these she gathered in, But the last was a Spanish mandolin. (In the northeast storm the other night The crew of the Molly S. drowned outright.) Now she's put by slippers, beads and book And has got a job as a lady's cook. But that mandolin on the wall will play Songs of her men to her dying day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |