Author Jean Starr Untermeyer Ladies at a ball Are not so fine as these Richly brocaded trees That decorate the fall. They stand against a wall Of crisp October sky, Their plumèd heads held high, Like ladies at a ball. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments