Much have I travelled in those realms of old Where many a whore in hall-doors could be seen Of many a bonnie brothel or shebeen Which bawds connived at by policemen hold. I too have listened when the Quay was coaled, But never did I taste the Pure Obscene — Much less imagine that my past was clean — Till this Krafft-Ebing out his story told. Then felt I rather taken by surprise As on the evening when I met Macran, And retrospective thoughts and doubts did rise — Was I quite normal when my life began With love that leans towards rural sympathies Potent behind a cart with Mary Ann? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY GARDEN DAYS: 3. THE FLOWERS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT MY WINTER ROSE by ALFRED AUSTIN THE SURRENDER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |