Helen Gray Cone

(1859-1934 / United States)

The Spring Beauties - Poem by Helen Gray Cone

The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church;
A Thrush, white-breasted, o'er them sat singing on his perch.
'Happy be! for fair are ye!' the gentle singer told them,
But presently a buff-coat Bee came booming up to scold them.
'Vanity, oh, vanity!
Young maids, beware of vanity!'
Grumbled out the buff-coat Bee,
Half parson-like, half soldierly.
The sweet-faced maidens trembled, with pretty, pinky blushes,
Convinced that it was wicked to listen to the Thrushes;
And when, that shady afternoon, I chanced that way to pass,
They hung their little bonnets down and looked into the grass.
All because the buff-coat Bee
Lectured them so solemnly:-
'Vanity, oh, vanity!
Young maids, beware of vanity!'

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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