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“Blue Girls” by John Crowe Ransom

Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
Go listen to your teachers old and contrary 
Without believing a word. 

Tie the white fillets then about your hair 
And think no more of what will come to pass 
Than bluebirds that go walking on the grass 
And chattering on the air. 

Practise your beauty, blue girls, before it fail;
And I will cry with my loud lips and publish 
Beauty which all our power shall never establish, 
It is so frail. 

For I could tell you a story which is true; 
I know a lady with a terrible tongue, 
Blear eyes fallen from blue, 
All her perfections tarnished — yet it is not long
Since she was lovelier than any of you.