Her Clothes Poem by Ste. Anne

Her Clothes Declare Their Love

When North wind glows your rosy cheek
And East wind stings its gritty sleet
A fine brave coat then will I be
My buttons left, just for thee.
Wear my hem above your knee
A pure delight for all to see.

And the Nightie is Moved to Speak

When nights are long and the cold wind blows
Then let me be your sleeping clothes.
A warm soft nightie will I be
Trimmed with satin just for thee.
Long enough to snuggle toes
While you dream in sweet repose.