THIS single girl is two girls: How strange such things should be! One noon eclipsed by few girls, The next no beauty she. And daily cries the lover, In voice and feature vext: "My last impression of her Is never to be the next! "She's plain: I will forget her! She's turned to fair. Ah no, Forget? -- not I! I'll pet her With kisses swift and slow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON |