"A FIG for Trade!" the maiden said, And tossed her fair, but haughty, head, "Blue blood, blue blood's the thing for me, "I'll wed with none of mean degree!" (A Ouida-esque Romance she'd read!) The Wheel of Time (as usual) sped A spinster's life the lady led One heard her say less frequently, "A fig for Trade!" Then she denied her Gods, to wed Not Peer, but merchant plain, instead: His Argo ploughed 'The Midland Sea' From Smyrna's port to Tripoli, And brought'twas thus he earned his bread A fig, for Trade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON |