The rose did caper on her cheek,
\nHer bodice rose and fell,
\nHer pretty speech, like drunken men,
\nDid stagger pitiful.<\/p>\n
Her fingers fumbled at her work, —
\nHer needle would not go;
\nWhat ailed so smart a little maid
\nIt puzzled me to know,<\/p>\n
Till opposite I spied a cheek
\nThat bore another rose;
\nJust opposite, another speech
\nThat like the drunkard goes;<\/p>\n
A vest that, like the bodice, danced
\nTo the immortal tune, —
\nTill those two troubled little clocks
\nTicked softly into one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"