I whispered, "I am too young." And then, "I am old enough;" Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. "Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair." Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, brown penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |