Saturday, 14 December 2019

The Red Dress

I always saw, I always said
 If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red
 As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
 Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so
 And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
 With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
 And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
 High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
 I have the silly gown.

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