WHEN a pretty maiden passes By the window down the street, Cards and billiards lose their sweet; Conversation on old brasses Languishes; up go the glasses: "Nice complexion!" "Dainty feet!" When a pretty maiden passes By the window down the street. Smith forgets the "toiling masses," Robinson, the fall in wheat; All the club is indiscreet. Ah, the wisest men are asses When a pretty maiden passes By the window down the street! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE DIVINITY by MATTHEW ARNOLD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MYSTERY by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 1 by JOHN BYROM |