English poem
My first, a graceful shape, a lady fair
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first, a graceful shape, a lady fair, Walking the earth, suspended in the air; Shrill-voiced and brazen-tongued, low-toned and sweet, Shining and dull, discordant and discreet.
The jolly fisherman, his day’s work o’er, Walks with his string of fish along the shore; Knowing they ’ll make a bountiful repast, He proudly takes them homeward to my last.
Once in my whole a lovely maiden swung, And ever since we ’ve heard her praises sung.
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