Look, this is why I feel so gay: I have grown warm with cheer, Clasped by a dream so dear. Alas, I had to wake, for it was day. Hear what she has done unto me: All the summer I must peer Into ladies' eyes to see If I can find my dear: then sorrow's end were near. Maybe she is going to this dance. Ladies, I beg you, be so kind, Push back your hats, if you don't mind! If I should find her 'neath this wreath by chance! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |