I must confess that I'm afraid To meet the stunning urban maid In all her frills and finery; I fear I 'd love her at first sight, But, in despair, would take to flight And go to a repinery. But in the suburbs there are those Who wear the quaintest quiet clothes, And manners quite to match them. These maids smile sweetly and we love— We love to muse and ponder of Some happy way to catch them. The town girl has a regal way, And, during her triumphant day, Will hardly bear a curb on. She 's urban and she makes things hum, But for to-day and time to come Give me the sweet suburban! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO |