THIS is her bonnet, with ribbons arrayed, Clearly a calico ambuscade; It dates from the days of the bricks of straw— This is the bonnet my mother wore. This is the bonnet my mother donned When she walked with a youth by Plymouth Pond; 'Twas the night she wore her beads of jade, And father fell into the ambuscade. This is the bonnet I found in a chest, Daisies and bows in a lavender nest; It looks like the plumes the Persians wore, But it must have had wonderful power to draw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |