Classic Poem

My galleon of adventure
— Beat through the Golden Gate.
The sailors said it was a ship
— With passengers and freight.

But I was young and dreamful.
— Dreams were the best of me.
And I, to San Francisco,
— Came dreaming from the sea.

I found a woman city,
— Suave as a cooing dove.
I sought her as a lover,
— But was too young for love.

Draped on her like a mantle,
— Her fog was cool and gray;
But since her girdle baffled me,
— She sent me on my way.

Now I have learned that poets
— When youth is gone kiss best,
I think, if I went back, that she
— Would take me to her breast.