I'VE travelled from the coast of Maine To Jersey's balmy shore, Nor have my efforts been in vain, For maids I've won galore. In mountain climbs I spent my breath, On lakes and rivers, too; I flirted here with coy Beth, And there with lovely Sue. No tournament, no sail, nor hop, Without me was complete; Nor from love-making did I stop, Till all were at my feet. The summer's gone upon the run, Maids utter sighs in billows; I've broken sixteen hearts and won Just sixteen sofa pillows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE |