Poems (Hardy)/To A. B. C.

by Irenè Hardy

TO A.B.C.

I THOUGHT I knew all womankind, The stately and the fair,The sweet, the wise, the love-inclined, The deft, the debonair;"But never yet is one," I said, "For whom grave Clotho spunA strand of life of all fair thread And never left out one."

But then, you see,I did not know my A. B. C.