Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
I drove a golf-ball into the air, / It fell to earth, I knew not where; / For, so swiftly it flew, the sight / Could not follow it in its flight.
I lent five shillings to some men, / They spent it all, I know not when, / For who is quick enough to know / The time in which a crown may go?