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What I Have Come For

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

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I have come with my verses - I think I may claim     It is not the first time I have tried on the same.     They were puckered in rhyme, they were wrinkled in wit;     But your hearts were so large that they made them a fit.     I have come - not to tease you with more of my rhyme,     But to feel as I did in the blessed old time;     I want to hear him with the Brobdingnag laugh -     We count him at least as three men and a half.     I have come to meet judges so wise and so grand     That I shake in my shoes while they're shaking my hand;     And the prince among merchants who put back the crown     When they tried to enthrone him the King of the Town.     I have come to see George - Yes, I think there are four,     If they all were like these I could wish there were more.     I have come to see one whom we used to call "Jim,"     I want to see - oh, don't I want to see him?     I have come to grow young - on my word I declare     I have thought I detected a change in my hair!     One hour with "The Boys" will restore it to brown -     And a wrinkle or two I expect to rub down.     Yes, that's what I've come for, as all of us come;     When I meet the dear Boys I could wish I were dumb.     You asked me, you know, but it's spoiling the fun;     I have told what I came for; my ditty is done.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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