A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes
Feels the sun with terror
One unwilling step she takes
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star
Like the twilight shining
Haunted by a calendar
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl silver girl
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year or thirty to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh Night will not see thirty again
Yet soft her wing Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me then--
How old is Spring Miranda?

Author:- Ogden Nash
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