No words I say to her can break The calmness of her certitude, When I point out a slight mistake She makes me feel I am being rude. Serenity with a complete Lack of most ordinary sense, Hoist down my standard in defeat Before I marshall my defence. Too positive to be quite wise, Too negatively prim, One feels he should apologize While asking her to marry him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI CYNTHIA RETURNED FROM THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |