The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/To Mona
When dainty Mona walks this way
My foolish heart will beat.
And leaves me, though I turn aside,
To lie beneath her feet.
It follows her all up and down
More faithfully, I wis,
Than that be-ribboned spaniel which
She honours with a kiss!
And when all chidden by her frown
My heart creeps back to me,
It holds my breast a prison-house
And would again be free.