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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
My Aunt
By Oliver Wendell Holmes
MY aunt! my dear unmarried aunt!
  Long years have o’er her flown;
Yet still she strains the aching clasp
  That binds her virgin zone;
I know it hurts her,—though she looks        5
  As cheerful as she can;
Her waist is ampler than her life,
  For life is but a span.
My aunt! my poor deluded aunt!
  Her hair is almost gray;        10
Why will she train that winter curl
  In such a spring-like way?
How can she lay her glasses down,
  And say she reads as well,
When, through a double convex lens,        15
  She just makes out to spell?
Her father,—grandpapa! forgive
  This erring lip its smiles,—
Vowed she should make the finest girl
  Within a hundred miles;        20
He sent her to a stylish school;
  ’T was in her thirteenth June;
And with her, as the rules required,
  “Two towels and a spoon.”
They braced my aunt against a board,        25
  To make her straight and tall;
They laced her up, they starved her down,
  To make her light and small;
They pinched her feet, they singed her hair,
  They screwed it up with pins;—        30
Oh, never mortal suffered more
  In penance for her sins.
So, when my precious aunt was done,
  My grandsire brought her back;
(By daylight, lest some rabid youth        35
  Might follow on the track;)
“Ah!” said my grandsire, as he shook
  Some powder in his pan,
“What could this lovely creature do
  Against a desperate man!”        40
Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche,
  Nor bandit cavalcade,
Tore from the trembling father’s arms
  His all-accomplished maid.
For her how happy had it been!        45
  And Heaven had spared to me
To see one sad, ungathered rose
  On my ancestral tree.

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