TWO fashionable women, rather gay Than wise, were bosom friends for many a year, And called each other darling, duck, and dear, As lovers do, -- till, one unlucky day, The younger, falling into sad disgrace (An old suspicion blackening into proof), Her cautious crony coldly kept aloof, And, for a time, discreetly hid her face. Meeting at last, the injured lady cries, "Is this the way you cherish and defend The wounded honor of your dearest friend?" "Of course I knew," the timid dame replies, "The tale was false, -- but then what could I do? -- I have n't character enough for two!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR OLD THINGS by THOMAS T. BLEWETT THE EMBRYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |