I WAS just coming in from the garden, Or about to go fishing for eels, And, smiling, I asked you to pardon My boots very low at the heels. And I thought that you never would go, As you stood in the doorway ajar, For my heart would keep saying, "Old Clo', You're found out at last as you are." I was almost ashamed to acknowledge That I was the quarry you sought, For was I not bred in a college And reared in a mansion, you thought. And now in the latest style cut With fortune more kinder I go To welcome you half-ways. Ah! but I was nearer the gods when "Old Clo'." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING JERUSALEM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD EBB TIDE AT NOON by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |