POLLY - Thomas Randolph Poems


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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,
    Not, nor cares;

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

Bedgown white,
    Kiss Dolly;
    That's Polly,

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