He'd have given me rolling lands, <br>Houses of marble, and billowing farms, <br>Pearls, to trickle between my hands, <br>Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms. <br>You- you'd only a lilting song, <br>Only a melody, happy and high, <br>You were sudden and swift and strong- <br>Never a thought for another had I. <br>He'd have given me laces rare, <br>Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen, <br>Shining ribbons to wrap my hair, <br>Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen. <br>You- you'd only to whistle low, <br>Gayly I followed wherever you led. <br>I took you, and I let him go- <br>Somebody ought to examine my head!

Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker