TYING her bonnet under her chin, She tied her raven ringlets in. But not alone in the silken snare Did she catch her lovely floating hair, For, tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied a young man's heart within. Steeper and steeper grew the hill, Madder, merrier, chiller still, The western wind blew down, and played The wildest tricks with the little maid, As, tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied a young man's heart within. O western wind, do you think it was fair To play such tricks with her floating hair? To gladly, gleefully, do your best To blow her against the young man's breast, Where he has gladly folded her in, And kissed her mouth and dimpled chin? O Ellery Vane, you little thought, An hour ago, when you besought This country lass to walk with you, After the sun had dried the dew, What terrible danger you'd be in, As she tied her bonnet under her chin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON |