A fairy skipd upon my knee Singing & dancing merrily I said Thou thing of patches rings Pins Necklaces & such like things Disguiser of the Female Form Thou paltry gilded poisnous worm Weeping he fell upon my thigh And thus in tears did soft reply Knowest thou not O Fairies Lord How much by us Contemnd Abhorrd Whatever hides the Female form That cannot bear the Mental storm Therefore in Pity still we give Our lives to make the Female live And what would turn into disease We turn to what will joy & please | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE JOCOSERIA: PRELUDE by ROBERT BROWNING |