Eilidh, Eilidh, My bonnie wee lass: The winds blow, And the hours pass. But never a wind Can do thee wrong, Brown Birdeen, singing Thy bird-heart song. And never an hour But has for thee Blue of the heaven And green of the sea: Blue for the hope of thee, Eilidh, Eilidh; Green for the joy of thee, Eilidh, Eilidh. Swing in thy nest, then, Here on my heart, Birdeen, Birdeen, Here on my heart, Here on my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN IMMEMORIAM by EDWARD BRADLEY |