Fool, put your adventures into those things which break ships -- not female flesh. Let there pass over the mind the waters of four oceans, the airs of four skies! Return hollow-bellied, keen-eyed, hard! A simple scar or two. Little girls will come bringing you roses for your button-hole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |