Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY PROMISED WIFE, by JOHN WALSH (1835-1881) First Line: Dear maiden, when the sun is down Last Line: Astor machree! Subject(s): Courtship | ||||||||
DEAR maiden, when the sun is down, And darkness creeps above the town, The woodlands' green is changed to brown, And the mild light Melting beneath the tall hills' frown Steals into night, I don an honest coat of grey, And, setting stupid care at bay, Across the fields of scented hay I stroll along, Humming some quaint old Irish lay Or simple song. And when, dear maid, I come to you, A laughing eye of brightest blue, And flushing cheek of crimson hue, Tell whom I greet, And bounds a little heart as true As ever beat. The green grass on the river-side, The full moon dancing on the tide, The half-blown rose that tries to hide Her blush in dew, Are fair, but none, my promised bride, As fair as you. And though, dear love, our gathered store Of gold is small, the brighter ore Of love's deep mine we'll seek the more, And truth shall be The guard beside our cottage-door, Astor machree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS YOU WALK OUT ONE MORNING by GLYN MAXWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE FORTUNATE SPILL by MARILYN NELSON REQUEST TO LEDA by DYLAN THOMAS DRIMIN DONN DILIS (THE DEAR BROWN COW) by JOHN WALSH (1835-1881) |
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