"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...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL |