OMBRE and basset laid aside, New games employ the fair; And brokers all those hours divide Which lovers used to share. The court, the park, the foreign song And harlequin's grimace, Forlorn; amidst the city throng Behold each blooming face. With Jews and Gentiles undismayed Young tender virgins mix, Of whiskers nor of beards afraid, Nor all the cozening tricks. Bright jewels, polished once to deck The fair one's rising breast, Or sparkle round her ivory neck, Lie pawned in iron chest. The gayer passions of the mind How avarice controls! Even love does now no longer find A place in female souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE by JOHANNES ROBERT BECHER MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND THE PURSUIT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |