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DINAH KNEADING DOUGH, by             Poem Explanation         Poet's Biography
First Line: I have seen full many a sight
Last Line: That my heart is in the dough?


I HAVE seen full many a sight
Born of day or drawn by night:
Sunlight on a silver stream,
Golden lilies all a-dream,
Lofty mountains, bold and proud,
Veiled beneath the lacelike cloud;
But no lovely sight I know
Equals Dinah kneading dough.

Brown arms buried elbow-deep
Their domestic rhythm keep,
As with steady sweep they go
Through the gently yielding dough.
Maids may vaunt their finer charms --
Naught to me like Dinah's arms;
Girls may draw, or paint, or sew --
I love Dinah kneading dough.

Eyes of jet and teeth of pearl,
Hair, some say, too tight a-curl;
But the dainty maid I deem
Very near perfection's dream.
Swift she works, and only flings
Me a glance -- the least of things.
And I wonder, does she know
That my heart is in the dough?





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