The Cambridge Ladies

The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
Are unbeautiful, and have comfortable minds
Also, with the church's protestant blessings
Daughters, unscented shapeless spirited

They believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead
Are invariably interested in so many things
At the present writing one still finds delighted
Fingers knitting for the - is it Poles?

Perhaps

While permanent faces coyly bandy
Scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D

Oh, the Cambridge ladies do not care, above Cambridge,
If sometimes in its box of sky lavender and cornerless the
Moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy



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Writer(s): Clare Maguire
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