The Lady’s Reward: Dorothy Parker


Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;

Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.

Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.

Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;

Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.

Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek-

She will never win him, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose.

Be you wise and never sad,
You will get your lovely lad.

Never serious be, nor true,
And your wish will come to you-

And if that makes you happy, kid,
You’ll be the first it ever did.

The illustration is © CYCLONEPROJECT | View Portfolio  via Shutterstock

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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