LAVENDER fresh are your looks Bond Street, in May-time; London that's laid down her books, London in playtime; Sunlit eleven o'clock, Jack, ay, and Jill, Furbelow, feather and frock, Fashion and frill! Lilac'd and lawned go your girls, So many Graces, Soft as the dawn, or the pearls Caught in their laces; Lo, it was Celia laughed Silver afar; Here breathed a violet waft, There a cigar! Men who are fêted and fed, Folk who've come croppers, Men who fill lions with lead, Surbiton shoppers; Thus does the whirligig go Blithe as a bell; Soothly it seems that your show Runs rather well. Yet on this Monday you've more— How shall I term it?— @3Éclat@1 than ever before, Yes, I affirm it; Why so, I hardly can say, Saving 'tis that Dolly is up for the day, Getting a hat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SAY NO MORE OF ME by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE THE HEBREW MIND by M. L. R. BRESLAR EPITAPH ON NOISY POLEMIC (BURNS'S 'BLETH'RIN BITCH') by ROBERT BURNS |