Her mouth is carmine, and her cheeks too red, Her eyes too bright and hard; her garb is smart, The product of sophisticated art From shoes to that confection on her head. Worship is daily food that she is fed, It thrills her not, nor seems to warm her heart, She takes her royal way through street and mart Brilliant, and proud, as to the purple bred. And so men say that she is hard as steel Not sensing that her paint, her calm disdain Are but the trappings of the rôle she plays, And that to lovers true she will reveal Love, comradeship, and sympathy to pain, Faith that endures and loyalty that stays! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN THE VIELD PATH by WILLIAM BARNES MAN MUST DO MORE FOR MAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FOURE MONARCHIES: ASSYRIAN. SEMIRAMIS by ANNE BRADSTREET |