I DID not even know her name, Nor where she lived, nor whence she came -- 'Twas sad, and yet Was I so very much to blame, That all my heart should start to flame, And flare and fret? She was so sweet, so passing fair, With such a smile, with such an air -- What could I do? A glance as shy, as debonair, An eye as bright, a smile as rare, I never knew! And so I smiled across the aisle, And met the winsome, merry smile She sent so bold; At last she laughed, then after while She cooed aloud in friendly style, "@3I'm@1 free years old!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ATLANTIDES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |