I am just turned sixteen And my hair is red gold; My lips are like wine, And my eyes they are bold. The boys like me lots But I like just one. We dance and we ride And we swim -- O, what fun! Mother looks at me sadly, And says, "Dear, you should Sew, read, study Latin, and grow To be useful and good." Dear Mother is fifty and useful, But what does she have for her pains? She knows Latin, but what does she know Of the torrent that flows in my veins? I suppose that I too Shall be good when I'm old; But just now I'm sixteen And my hair is red gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 83 by PHILIP SIDNEY FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |