A soldier young and brave was he That sought the big Bazaar; A Maiden sweet and fair was she, As Maidens often are. He spoke, in Whispers passion-fraught, Of Love that could not fail; She spoke (no Matter what she thought) Of Things that were for Sale. "I want," declared the ardent Youth, "The sweetest Sweet of All!" "Oh, yes!" she said; "the Candy Booth Is just across the Hall." "A Rose," he breathed, "of Edenglade I seek, my life to crown!" "The Flower Stand," observed the Maid, "Is four Aisles farther down." "Then be my Bride!" that Soldier cried, "My Own, my Heart's Delight!" "Engagement Rings?" she softly sighed; "Three Counters toward the Right!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS UNEASY PEACE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN AUTUMN SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |