I I PITCHED my day's leazings in Crimmercrock Lane, To tie up my garter and jog on again, When a dear dark-eyed gentleman passed there and said, In a way that made all o' me colour rose-red, 'What do I see - O pretty knee!' And he came and he tied up my garter for me. II 'Twixt sunset and moonrise it was, I can mind: Ah, 'tis easy to lose what we nevermore find! - Of the dear stranger's home, of his name, I knew nought, But I soon knew his nature and all that it brought. Then bitterly Sobbed I that he Should ever have tied up my garter for me! III Yet now I've beside me a fine lissom lad, And my slip's nigh forgot, and my days are not sad; My own dearest joy is he, comrade, and friend, He it is who safe-guards me, on him I depend; No sorrow brings he, And thankful I be That his daddy once tied up my garter for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN AN EPIGRAM ON WOMAN by PHILIP AYRES HYMN IX by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FIRST SNOW by J. B. BENTON |