A pretty a day
A pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
O yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
Some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
For betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
This poem was written/submitted by E. E. Cummings.
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