DEMURE white frock which I espy, What slender damsel will buy This miracle of dainty dress And grace it with her loveliness, The bliss of every doting eye? Upon a dummy figure lie These tender folds, and seem to sigh Some softer bosom to possess, Demure white frock! I can't resist. The price is high, But my cigars I will deny; I'll get the thing for you, dear Bess, And when you wear it, I'll confess How utterly entrancing I Deem your white frock! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN |