SHE wore a little knot of blue, He waved a flag of red; With all her heart she would be true To Yale -- she said. And as she spoke a dainty flush Gave token of her pride; He thought the crimson of her blush Her words belied. So while he watched her blushes start -- "Deny it if you will, Your blood -- yes, even in your heart -- Is crimson still." She turned and spoke, her voice was low, And yet it pierced him through -- "Sir, pardon me, I'd have you know My blood is blue!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |