SHE'S a woman! The gracious girl's in longer dresses, And desecrating hands have piled In one bright crown her flying tresses; But yesterday she was a child, And joined to mine her frank caresses, Perched in a radiant bundle on my knee To stroke my face or kiss it suddenly. She's a woman! O thievish Time, to steal my pleasure, Her weight, her fingers in my hair! No more she dangles at her leisure A shapely limb from out the pear. Still, in a statelier way this treasure Colours my life, and from the tomboy age Gives me her eyes and voice for heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE HOW THE WINNING FOUR WEST HOME by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |