THE maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty thousand dollars made so dear, To test Lothario's passion, simply said: "Forego the weed before we go to wed. For smoke take flame; I'll be that flame's bright fanner: To have your Anna, give up your Havana." But he, when thus she brought him to the scratch, Lit his cigar and threw away his match. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY by WALT WHITMAN CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 44 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |