I WAS sitting in my study, Working hard a problem o'er, When I chanced to think of maidens That I'd met the night before. Then my thoughts, they left the problem, And its sines and cosines all, And turned backward to one maiden That I'd met at last night's ball. How indeed was I to study When I thought of her dark eyes, When I thought about her beauty That envious fair ones prize; Of the german, and of supper, And of how it came to pass That we spoke about the college, And the record of our class; How we parted after midnight, How she said she wished I'd call; How -- But you know all about it, Surely you've been through it all. Was it wonder that I pondered Over all her beauties, late; And when I'd finished pondering, That the problem had to wait? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HIDE AND SEEK by SARA TEASDALE |