IT was never imported from France With a dainty Parisian frou-frou, Nor upon it do bull-fighters prance, As only the Spaniards can do. It was stencilled by no one knows who, Yet @3I'd@1 give all my coupons and rents For that one precious keepsake from you -- The fan that cost $0.63. On the staircase we sat out a dance, Or twenty, for all that I knew; At times on the bliss of my trance The breath of the roses stole through. But redder than rose-petals grew Your cheeks, at my swift compliments; So the softest of breezes it blew -- The fan that cost $0.63. It all seemed like a fairy romance, Below us the laughter and mu- Sic, while now and again, such a glance As is given on earth but to few From the depths of your eyes, fond and true, Set me dreaming of all their contents, Till I woke, -- something hid them from view, -- The fan that cost $0.63! ENVOY. My queen, for your favor I sue; If your heart through my pleading relents, To your feelings pray send me one clue -- The fan that cost $0.63. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON by EZRA POUND HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG |