Tiny maids with sunlit hair; Sombre elves with eyes cast down; Princess dainty, debonnaire; Auburn tresses, gold, and brown. Some were gay and some were grave; Shyly swayed by blame or praise; Others ruled their willing slave With their tiny tyrant ways. Time has blent them all for me In one golden memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS |