SO the Freshmen aped and bored him, And the maidens all adored him, Dancing in the mystic moonlight in their gay aesthetic moods, While he sang the merry rondeau, Still a-thrumming on his banjo, As he poised himself artistic in his graceful attitudes. Thus a-humming and a-thrumming, And a-wooing and a-cooing, Dealing dainties by the dozen and his lagers by the score, While the glamour of his manner Vouched his elegance of grammar, -- Ah, so festive, gay, and happy was the merry Sophomore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |