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Poems (Cook)/The Suit of Russet Brown

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Poems
by Eliza Cook
The Suit of Russet Brown
4454028Poems — The Suit of Russet BrownEliza Cook
THE SUIT OF RUSSET BROWN.
A maiden once a lover had
Who breathed the truest sighs,—
But simply was this lover clad
In dark and lowly guise:
So all his wooing was in vain,
She scorn'd his peasant grade;
She toss'd her head, and mock'd his pain,
And laugh'd at all he said.
"No, no," cried she, "the tale would be
A jest for all the town!
I'll wed no youth who wears, forsooth,
A suit of russet brown."

He offer'd her a gentle bird,
Whose plumage, it was true,
Gave forth no sheen of glossy green,
No scarlet, gold, or blue:
She look'd upon it with an eye
That flash'd with kindling pride;
With head uplift, she scorn'd the gift,
And thrust the cage aside.
"No, no," cried she, with pompous airs,
"Such boon I would not own;
For, like yourself, it only wears
A suit of russet brown."

When next she met the youth, he wore
A doublet of brave cost;
The bird's rich song was heard to pour,—
But youth and bird were lost.
The maiden then bewail'd her fate,
She rued her scornful mirth;
And thought, but, ah! she thought too late,
"Plain garbs may cover worth."
Then, ladies, list—this lesson learn,—
Be wary how ye frown;
Think twice ere once ye rudely spurn
A suit of russet brown.