THERE'S a certain young lady, Who's just in her heyday, And full of all mischief, I ween; So teasing! so pleasing! Capricious! delicious! And you know very well whom I mean. With an eye dark as night, Yet than noonday more bright, Was ever a black eye so keen? It can thrill with a glance, With a beam can entrance, And you know very well whom I mean. With a stately stepsuch as You'd expect in a duchess And a brow might distinguish a queen, With a mighty proud air, That says "touch me who dare," And you know very well whom I mean. With a toss of the head That strikes one quite dead, But a smile to revive one again; That toss so appalling! That smile so enthralling! And you know very well whom I mean. Confound her! devil take her! A cruel heart-breaker But hold! see that smile so serene. God love her! God bless her! May nothing distress her! You know very well whom I mean. Heaven help the adorer Who happens to bore her, The lover who wakens her spleen; But too blest for a sinner Is he who shall win her, And you know very well whom I mean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |