William Brighty Rands

(1823 - 1882 / England)

Polly - Poem by William Brighty Rands

Brown eyes,
Straight nose;
Dirt pies,
Rumpled clothes;

Torn books,
Spoilt toys;
Arch looks,
Unlike a boy's;

Little rages,
Obvious arts;
(Three her age is,)
Cakes, tarts;

Falling down
Off chairs;
Breaking crown
Down stairs;

Catching flies
On the pane;
Deep sighs,--
Cause not plain.

Bribing you
With kisses
For a few
Farthing blisses;

Wide awake,
As you hear,
"Mercy's sake,
Quiet, dear!"

New shoes,
New frock;
Vague views
Of what's o'clock

When it's time
To go to bed,
And scorn sublime
Of what is said;

Folded hands,
Saying prayers,
Understands
Not, nor cares;

Thinks it odd,
Smiles away;
Yet may God
Hear her pray!

Bedgown white,
Kiss Dolly;
Good-night!--
That's Polly,

Fast asleep,
As you see;
Heaven keep
My girl for me!


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  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (6/7/2014 8:43:00 PM)

    ........love the way this poem was written....truly enjoyed this wonderful tribute... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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