My galleon of adventure Beat through the Golden Gate The sailors said it was a ship With passengers and freight. But I was young and dreamful. Dreams were the best of me. And I, to San Francisco, Came dreaming from the sea. I found a woman city, Suave as a cooing dove. I sought her as a lover, But was too young for love. Draped on her like a mantle, Her fog was cool and gray; But since her girdle baffled me, She sent me on my way. Now I have learned that poets When youth is gone kiss best. I think, if I went back, that she Would take me to her breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA |