THO' a crumpled glove it be, Yet 't is precious, -- just to me It was Di's. And the little hand that wore it, Heavens, did I not adore it! With what sighs Have I pressed those finger-tips, Longing to try with my lips Sweeter prize! Such a darling little shape, Just the hand you want to take In your own, And to call the owner dear, too, While you're sitting very near, too, And alone. If a man will try and see, He will find to love he'll be Very prone. She was very sweet and shy When I whispered, "Lovely Di, Be mine, love!" When her pretty hand I sought, too, When I thought her fairly caught, too, She fled from me with a start, Gave me smiling, not her heart, But her glove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS |