Pollie
Pollie is a simpleton;
" Look! " she cries, " that lovely swan! "
And, even before her transports cease,
Adds, " But I do love geese. "
When a lark wings up the sky,
She'll sit with lips ajar, then sigh —
For rapture; and the rapture o'er,
Whisper, " What's music for? "
Every lesson I allot,
As soon as learned is clean forgot.
" L-O-V ...? " I prompt. And she
Smiles, but I catch no " E. "
It seems in her round head you come
As if to a secret vacuum;
Whence then the wonder, love and grace
Shining in that small face?
" Look! " she cries, " that lovely swan! "
And, even before her transports cease,
Adds, " But I do love geese. "
When a lark wings up the sky,
She'll sit with lips ajar, then sigh —
For rapture; and the rapture o'er,
Whisper, " What's music for? "
Every lesson I allot,
As soon as learned is clean forgot.
" L-O-V ...? " I prompt. And she
Smiles, but I catch no " E. "
It seems in her round head you come
As if to a secret vacuum;
Whence then the wonder, love and grace
Shining in that small face?
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