What the Wolf Really Said to Little Red Riding-Hood
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare? Why are my eyelids so open and wild? Only the better to see with, my child! Only the better and clearer to view Cheeks that are rosy and eyes that are blue. Dost thou still wonder, and ask why these arms Fill thy soft bosom with tender alarms, Swaying so wickedly? Are they misplaced Clasping or shielding some delicate waist? Hands whose coarse sinews may fill you with fear Only the better protect you, my dear! Little Red Riding-Hood, when in the street, Why do I press your small hand when we meet? Why, when you timidly offered your cheek, Why did I sigh, and why didnt I speak? Why, well: you see if the truth must appear Im not your grandmother, Riding-Hood, dear!
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"Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Bret Harte (Francis) delivers a powerful performance in "What the Wolf Really Said to Little Red Riding-Hood"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...