Explore "La Derniere Robe de Soi" by Edith Nesbit on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty, / Bought, quite a bargain, in the City, / Your ill-trained soul full false has played me -- / No Paris gown would have betrayed me.
You knew, my pretty silken treasure, / I must not wed for love or pleasure, / But for a settlement and title; / Yet you encouraged his recital!
He said -- oh, faithless gown, you listened / While on your sheen two tear drops glistened -- / He said... let love to music set it, / I'll never speak it -- nor forget it!
"No, no! " I cried, I tried to save you -- / False gown, you showed the tears I gave you! / You looked discreet when first I found you.
How could you let his arm go round you?
You darling dress -- I'll smooth your creases, / I'll wear you till you drop to pieces; / But poor men's wives wear cotton only -- / Dear gown -- I hope you won't feel lonely!