208 <br /> <br />The Rose did caper on her cheek— <br />Her Bodice rose and fell— <br />Her pretty speech—like drunken men— <br />Did stagger pitiful— <br /> <br />Her fingers fumbled at her work— <br />Her needle would not go— <br />What ailed so smart a little Maid— <br />It puzzled me to know— <br /> <br />Till opposite—I spied a cheek <br />That bore another Rose— <br />Just opposite—Another speech <br />That like the Drunkard goes— <br /> <br />A Vest that like her Bodice, danced— <br />To the immortal tune— <br />Till those two troubled—little Clocks <br />Ticked softly into one.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-did-caper-on-her-cheek/
