She's just a little wayward minx Conceived in nature's mold Who spreads her devastating wiles With locks of splintered gold. But soon she finds she is betrayed -- Gray tresses shade her face, Derisive breezes snatch her bald And leave her in disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY by WALT WHITMAN THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS MY UPPER SHELVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |