Her manners were perfectly dainty, Her breeding had been of the best; Yet mighty few maidens of twenty Could match her for measureless zest. She sounded your sayings demurely, With eyes of an innocent hue; But I think her great-grandmother surely Would shudder at all that she knew. LIFE'S HONEY She teazed him early, She teazed him late, Till he grew surly And cursed his fate. Then she turned winning As summer skies, Or Eve ere sinning, In Paradise. She stole life's honey, His heart's content, And all his money -- And then she went. THE PROBLEM She laughs at every thing almost And weeps with equal ease. She quivers like a blossom, tossed In any April breeze. I love her; but I must confess, With my accustomed candor, The more I live with her, the less I hope to understand her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT THE HWOMESTEAD by WILLIAM BARNES TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON |