RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the Elm-tree for our king! Nay--stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay! The winds would set them dancing, The sun and moonshine glance in, The birds would house among the boughs, And sweetly sing! Oh--no! I wish I were a Robin. A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing! Well--tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss,--sweeter this Than any other thing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UMBRAE PUELLULARUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A ROOF IS GOOD by MARY CRUMP BOULDIN UPON THIS WORK OF HIS BELOVED FRIEND THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE CLAIM OF KINDRED by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A WEDDING SONG by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK THE PIANO AT RED'S by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |