What a gay array of hats! Some are mysteries, but that's Josephine's! I'm certain, by the crown— Not a smarter one in town— It 's a queen's! Yet it only gives a trace Of the grace and charm of face Which it shades, For our Josephine is sweet As the rarest bloom you 'll meet, Ere it fades. Underneath the hat she knows She 's as winsome as a rose In a bower Where the sun and shade coquet— Oh! how I would love to get Such a flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE |