"This picture that you see, sir, on the wall Presents a lady wearing what we call A costume mid-Victorian. For years The baited objects of our jibes and jeers These great puffed sleeves and collars neatly pinned Beneath the chin! Sartorially they sinned! 'How could they wear such clothes!' my daughter said, And airily she tossed her saucy head This way and that as she emerged from chrysalis to butterfly -- 'Now @3I@1 like this!' And since that speech but scarce a year has passed -- Yes, sir, the lady on the wall? My mother. And standing near, in big puffed sleeves, that other, With quaint brooch at the throat? You must know her, You've seen her often here. My daughter, sir!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |