Explore "The First Julep" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I love the lazy Southern spring, / The way she melts around a chap / And lets the great magnolias fling / Their languid petals in his lap.
I love to travel down half-way / And meet her coming up the earth, / With hurdy-gurdy men who play / And make the children dance for mirth.
But best of all I love to steer / For quiet corners not too far, / Where the first juleps reappear / With fresh green mint behind the bar.
P. S. Perhaps you'll think it queer, / But I do not dislike a hint / To let the juleps disappear / And stick my nose into the mint.