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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DI'S MITTEN, by WILLIAM CLYDE FITCH First Line: Tho' a crumpled glove it be Last Line: But her glove. Alternate Author Name(s): Fitch, Clyde Subject(s): Gloves; Mittens; Muffs | |||
THO' a crumpled glove it be, Yet 't is precious, -- just to me It was Di's. And the little hand that wore it, Heavens, did I not adore it! With what sighs Have I pressed those finger-tips, Longing to try with my lips Sweeter prize! Such a darling little shape, Just the hand you want to take In your own, And to call the owner dear, too, While you're sitting very near, too, And alone. If a man will try and see, He will find to love he'll be Very prone. She was very sweet and shy When I whispered, "Lovely Di, Be mine, love!" When her pretty hand I sought, too, When I thought her fairly caught, too, She fled from me with a start, Gave me smiling, not her heart, But her glove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MITTEN SONG by MARIE LOUISE ALLEN ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE THE ROMANCE OF A GLOVE by HENRY SAVILE CLARKE ELINDA'S GLOVE by RICHARD LOVELACE AN EMPTY GLOVE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A ROUNDEAU FOR ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILLIAM CLYDE FITCH |
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