"MY daughter," and his voice was stern, "You must set this matter right; What time did the Sophomore leave, Who sent in his card last night?" "His work was pressing, father dear, And his love for it was great; He took his leave and went away Before a quarter of eight." Then a twinkle came to her bright blue eye, And her dimple deeper grew. "'Tis surely no sin to tell him that, For a quarter of eight is two." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH BIARTEY'S SPINNING SONG, FR. THE RIDING TO LITHEND by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |