I whispered, "I am too young." And then, "I am old enough;" Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. "Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair." Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, brown penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |