To a Lady Seen From the Train by Frances Cornford

To a Lady Seen From the Train

by Frances Cornford

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

    Missing so much and so much?

O fat white woman whom nobody loves,

Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

When the grass is soft as the breast of doves

    And shivering sweet to the touch?

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,

    Missing so much and so much?