A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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TO AN UNDERSHIRT. |
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TO AN UNDERSHIRT.
Thou thing of ruddy, rosy redness, hail!
With all thy prickly fuss to irritate,
For thou dost laugh defiance at the gale
That fain would shake
And with its bluster quake
Our corporosities well girt,
By thy delights that militate
'Gainst every ill, O flannel undershirt.
With all thy prickly fuss to irritate,
For thou dost laugh defiance at the gale
That fain would shake
And with its bluster quake
Our corporosities well girt,
By thy delights that militate
'Gainst every ill, O flannel undershirt.
We choose thee red before we do thee white,
Not that the red is warmer or more fair,
Not that the red is comlier to sight,
But spite of dust
And coal and smoke and must,
The red defies appearances of dirt;
So then we choose thee red and wear
Thee next our hearts, O goodly undershirt!
Not that the red is warmer or more fair,
Not that the red is comlier to sight,
But spite of dust
And coal and smoke and must,
The red defies appearances of dirt;
So then we choose thee red and wear
Thee next our hearts, O goodly undershirt!
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