UPON the Kerb, a maiden neat— Her hazel eyes are passing sweet— There stands and waits in dire distress: The muddy road is pitiless, And 'busses thunder down the street! A snowy skirt, all frills and pleat; Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet Peep out, beneath her kilted dress, Upon the Kerb. She'll first advance, and then retreat, Half-frightened by a hansom fleet. She looks around, I must confess, With marvellous coquettishness!— Then droops her eyes and looks discreet, Upon the Kerb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON |