Deep bosomed, buxom, at first glance, mature Yet but a girl who wears a woman's form, A willful girl whose brain is all aswarm With dreams and doubts, thoughts vivid and obscure. Sometimes the siren with a subtle lure Her beauty ripe, seductive, richly warm; Sometimes the slattern with her house a storm Of dirt and clutter painful to endure. She sees herself as grown to womanhood, The world views her as adolescent still, Whereat she stamps her feet—as children would— And sounds her protest, angry, sharp and shrill. But when the need is great her soul can rise To heights of labor, love and sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SOLOMON AND BALKIS by ROBERT BROWNING |