I HAVE seen full many a sight Born of day or drawn by night: Sunlight on a silver stream, Golden lilies all a-dream, Lofty mountains, bold and proud, Veiled beneath the lacelike cloud; But no lovely sight I know Equals Dinah kneading dough. Brown arms buried elbow-deep Their domestic rhythm keep, As with steady sweep they go Through the gently yielding dough. Maids may vaunt their finer charms -- Naught to me like Dinah's arms; Girls may draw, or paint, or sew -- I love Dinah kneading dough. Eyes of jet and teeth of pearl, Hair, some say, too tight a-curl; But the dainty maid I deem Very near perfection's dream. Swift she works, and only flings Me a glance -- the least of things. And I wonder, does she know That my heart is in the dough? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST LANDLORD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |