My Lady has returned to town And brought a sylvan sweetness hither; Her cheeks reflect a rustic brown That city ways too soon will wither; But roses glow beneath the tan— The blooms that dazzled us last winter— And soon the potent social ban To proper pink and white will tint her. My Lady has a graceful pace That hints of walks in highways rural, But soon Dame Fashion will displace The stride with mincing intramural. The freedom of the woods is gone, And in the "season's" flare and fashion My Lady, brilliant as the dawn, A queen will be for gems to flash on. Ah, me! we strolled at the "resort" And talked in accents low and tender; But now, of course, I must cavort, With arm about her waist, or lend her The friendly guidance of my hand Throughout the german's weary mazes, And trust to luck she 'll understand The love that warms my formal phrases. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON |