In Explanation
Her lips were so near
That—what else could I do?
You ’ll be angry, I fear,
But her lips were so near—
Well, I can’t make it clear,
Or explain it to you,
But—her lips were so near
That—what else could I do?
More poems by Walter Learned
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On the Fly-Leaf of Manon Lescaut
To you, whose temperate pulses flow
With measured beat, serene and slow,
The even tenor of whose way … -
The Last Reservation
Sullen and dull, in the September day,
On the bank of the river,
They waited the boat that should bear them away … -
To Critics
When i was seventeen I heard
From each censorious tongue,
“I ’d not do that if I were you; … -
With a Spray of Apple Blossoms
The promise of these fragrant flowers,
The fruit that ’neath these blossoms lies
Once hung, they say, in Eden’s bowers, …