She drew her little hand away And, pouting, warned me "not to tease." Was it in truth, or just in play, She drew her little hand away, That rare and radiant summer day, When we sat side by side at ease? She drew her little hand away And, pouting, warned me not to tease. He drew his little hand away And scanned it with inquiring eyes; Remarking, "It takes five to stay." He drew his little hand away, And left me guessing how to play, The while I stared in awed surprise. He drew his little hand away And scanned it with inquiring eyes. "Two bluffs were those," perhaps you 'll say. I thought so, too, but did n't "call"; I did n't clearly see my way. "Two bluffs were those," perhaps you 'll say; But if they were n't!—I must betray A shrinking from the "marble fall." "Two bluffs were those," perhaps you 'll say; I thought so, too, but did n't "call." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |