DOROTHY's daintily dressed for the dance, Gay in her grandmother's gown, Made long ago from the fashions of France, A relic of Paris renown. Hearts will be battered and broken Ere Dolly abandons the ball, Vows will be fervently spoken, For Dorothy's belle of the ball. Musing, I marvel how grandmother, too, Danced in those dignified days, Leading her lover so gracefully through The minuet's intricate maze. Lovers like Dolly's were plenty, Wishing to woo her and wed; Grandfather won her at twenty, -- Lucky man, every one said. Lucky, had Dorothy's grandmother been A beauty of Dorothy's class, -- Lucky, I echo, to woo her and win; Lucky to love such a lass. He won her. I bear him no malice; 'T is only the sweetest of wine I drain as I drink from my chalice, For Dorothy loves me, -- she's mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OUR BE'THPLEACE by WILLIAM BARNES |