Cap and Gown A Treasury of College Verse

A fickle heart! Let subtler poets sing Of changeless love and all that kind of thing, Of hearts in which a passion never dies-- _My_ heart's as fickle as the summer skies Across...

He stands before his glass in doubt; His beard by night hath sprouted well. He needs must scrape,--and yet without He hears begin the lecture bell. Too many times he's skipped t...

"Were I a man," quoth Mistress Jane, "Ah, would I were!--I'd drink champagne And smoke--be dashing in my dress-- And let my roving eyes express A love I never entertain.

An airy little sprite In a billowy flood of lace, Which flutters in its flight In the galop's tripping grace. And, oh, the broken hearts Which follow the rapturous whirl! Oh, th...

Young bashful Johnny loved sweet May, And went to court her every day, But his tongue could never swear He loved her true. It seems to me, had I been there, I'd vowed my love--n...

Behind a screen of western hills The sunset color fades to-night; Along the arching corridors Long shadows steal with footsteps light. The banners of the day are furled; Thro' d...

_In "Cap and Gown" you look in vain For epic or heroic strain. Not ours to scale the heights sublime, Which hardly masters dare to climb; We only sing of youth and joy, And love...

Shy violets among the tangled grass; Red robin, to thine own mate blithely singing, Among the elm-tree boughs so gayly swinging; My love, my true love, down this way will pass.