Author George Meredith She had a secret—bonny Bess! She long'd to make it double.And who, and who the thing shall guess, He has me for his trouble.The women mutter'd—shameless minx! And pass'd her bridling stiffer:But there was something in the Sphinx That made the lads quite differ. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments