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.