The Poetry Corner

Mrs. Smith

By Frederick Locker-Lampson

Last year I trod these fields with Di, Fields fresh with clover and with rye; They now seem arid! Then Di was fair and single; how Unfair it seems on me, for now Di's fair, and married! A blissful swain, I scorn'd the song Which says that though young Love is strong, The Fates are stronger; Breezes then blew a boon to men, The buttercups were bright, and then This grass was longer. That day I saw and much esteem'd Di's ankles, which the clover seem'd Inclined to smother; It twitch'd, and soon untied (for fun) The ribbon of her shoes, first one, And then the other. I'm told that virgins augur some Misfortune if their shoe-strings come To grief on Friday: And so did Di, and then her pride Decreed that shoe-strings so untied Are "so untidy!" Of course I knelt; with fingers deft I tied the right, and then the left; Says Di, "The stubble Is very stupid! as I live, I'm quite ashamed! I'm shock'd to give You so much trouble!" For answer I was fain to sink To what we all would say and think Were Beauty present: "Don't mention such a simple act, A trouble? not the least! in fact It's rather pleasant!" I trust that Love will never tease Poor little Di, or prove that he's A graceless rover. She's happy now as Mrs. Smith And less polite when walking with Her chosen lover! Heigh-ho! Although no moral clings To Di's blue eyes, and sandal strings, We've had our quarrels! I think that Smith is thought an ass; I know that when they walk in grass She wears balmorals.