Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO JAMES NEWTON MATTHEWS, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Oho! Ye sunny, sonnet-singin'
Last Line: I lay them.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
OHO! ye sunny, sonnet-singin' vagrant,
Flauntin' your simmer sangs in sic a weather!
Ane maist can straik the bluebells and the heather
Keekin' aboon the snaw and bloomin' fragrant!
Whiles you, ye whustlin' brither, sic a lay grant
O' a' these janglin', wranglin' sweets thegither,
I weel maun perk my ain doon-drappin' feather
And pipe a wee: Tho' boisterous and flagrant
The winds blow whuzzle-whazzle rhymes that trickle
Fra' aff my tongue less limpid than
I'd ha'e them,
I in their little music hap a mickle
O' canty praises, a' asklent to weigh them
Agen your pride, and smile to see them tickle
The warm nest o' the heart wherein
I lay them.
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