JESS and Jill are pretty girls, Plump and well to do, In a cloud of windy curls: Yet I know who Loves me more than curls or pearls. I'm not pretty, not a bit -- Thin and sallow-pale; When I trudge along the street I don't need a veil: Yet I have one fancy hit. Jess and Jill can trill and sing With a flute-like voice, Dance as light as bird on wing, Laugh for careless joys: Yet it's I who wear the ring. Jess and Jill will mate some day, Surely, surely: Ripen on to June through May, While the sun shines make their hay -- Slacken steps demurely: Yet even there I lead the way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 3. ARBOR VITAE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ABANDON ALL HOPE ALL YE THAT ENTER HERE by EDWARD CARPENTER |