Hushed be all sounds profane! Let great and small In silence grace our solemn funeral Where gentle wooden beasts of every kind From Noah's Ark in sad procession wind. Let Biff the Cat attend in somber veil, And Bim, the Pup, with crepe about his tail, While they that knew her best her worth declare: Oh, velvet Elephant! Oh, Teddy Bear! Lament Ginerva Jane, so pure, so good, That pearl of Dollyhood! How fair she was! Her cheeks were roses rare, Her eyes were violets, red gold her hair. How true she was! Though human passion errs, What constancy in comradeship was hers! Yet, Mistress of her Soul, no passing joys Nor griefs untold could shake her equipoise. Though pierced with poignant pins that searched her core, Though sat upon, though dragged along the floor, Though vigorously spanked -- enduring child, How amiably she smiled! Mourn, mourn in all the panoply of woe! Yet shall we mourn her selfishly who know The happy fate of dolls as good as she That now on rainbow pinions, light and free, Disport in dewy glade or mossy dell With Cobweb, Mustard Seed and Ariel? No, let us think of dear Ginerva Jane Reborn to dance in blithe Titania's train; For, wand in hand and silver star on brow, She is a Fairy now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |