When my young Soul went first to ride And take the air, I stitched a gown of finest words For her to wear, Lacy white, and ribbon-tied With doting care. When next my Soul fared out, she wore Plain garb and grey; Close-buttoned from her chin to feet She rode away; Behind a double-bolted door Her finery lay. Now, when my Soul rides out, I fold With strictest care Each slightest garment stern away, And loose her hair; Godiva-shy, Godiva-bold, She takes the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS |