Complete Poetical Works






WHAT THE WOLF REALLY SAID TO LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD

     Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair,
     Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?
     "Why are my eyelids so open and wild?"
     Only the better to see with, my child!
     Only the better and clearer to view
     Cheeks that are rosy and eyes that are blue.

     Dost thou still wonder, and ask why these arms
     Fill thy soft bosom with tender alarms,
     Swaying so wickedly?  Are they misplaced
     Clasping or shielding some delicate waist?
     Hands whose coarse sinews may fill you with fear
     Only the better protect you, my dear!

     Little Red Riding-Hood, when in the street,
     Why do I press your small hand when we meet?
     Why, when you timidly offered your cheek,
     Why did I sigh, and why didn't I speak?
     Why, well: you see—if the truth must appear—
     I'm not your grandmother, Riding-Hood, dear!

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