Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much; Why do you flash through the flowery meads, Fat headed poet whom nobody reads; And how do you know such a frightful lot About people in gloves as such? And how the devil can you be sure, Guessing so much and so much, How do you know but what someone who loves Always to see me in nice white gloves At the end of the field you are rushing by, Is waiting for his Old Dutch? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PASSING THE NEW MENIN GATE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |