Lyrics of Love and Laughter (1903)
Dedicated to Miss Catherine Impey
First published by Dodd, Mead and Company
University Press, John Wilson and Son, Cambridge USA
Dinah Kneading Dough
I have seen full many a sight
Born of day or drawn by night:
Sunlight on a silver stream,
Golden lilies all a-dream,
Lofty mountains, bold and proud,
Veiled beneath the lacelike cloud;
But no lovely sight I know
Equals Dinah kneading dough.
Brown arms buried elbow-deep
Their domestic rhythm keep,
As with steady sweep they go
Through the gently yielding dough.
Maids may vaunt their finer charms –
Naught to me like Dinah's arms;
Girls may draw, or paint, or sew –
I love Dinah kneading dough.
Eyes of jet and teeth of pearl,
Hair, some say, too tight a-curl;
But the dainty maid I deem
Very near perfection's dream.
Swift she works, and only flings
Me a glance – the least of things.
And I wonder, does she know
That my heart is in the dough?
This poem appears in the following book(s):
Candle-Lightin' Time, Lyrics of Love and Laughter