Red Riding-Hood
Sweet little myth of the nursery story - Earliest love of mine infantile breast, Be something tangible, bloom in thy glory Into existence, as thou art addressed! Hasten! appear to me, guileless and good - Thou are so dear to me, Red Riding-Hood! Azure-blue eyes, in a marvel of wonder, Over the dawn of a blush breaking out; Sensitive nose, with a little smile under Trying to hide in a blossoming pout - Couldn't be serious, try as you would, Little mysterious Red Riding-Hood! Hah! little girl, it is desolate, lonely, Out in this gloomy old forest of Life! - Here are not pansies and buttercups only - Brambles and briers as keen as a knife; And a Heart, ravenous, trails in the wood For the meal have he must, - Red Riding-Hood!
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