IF you get into me, I have no sort of doubt, But that you will endeavor forthwith to get out; Behead me, and then I'm the lone widow's weeds; Behead me again, and I'm tiny round seeds; Repeat yet again the above operation, And I am renowned for my quick imitation, My mischievous habits, and horrid grimaces,— You're myself, if you practice unnatural graces. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO HIS MISTRESS by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE BIRTHPLACE OF DREAMS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |