HER beaming eyes of deepest blue Enthralled all who to Yale were true. Her crimson lips, too, conquests made: Fair Harvard's sons their homage paid, And many a suitor came to woo Petite Elaine. I begged a kiss awhile ago; The crimson lips, 'tis true, said "No," But in her eyes turned up to me I read the answer differently -- The crimson never had a show, Yale won again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON |