Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat,rica, a-steering of the boat, To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea -- Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 6. ALLAH-AS-SALAM by EDWIN ARNOLD CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE ESTEEMING THE BIBLE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR RANCH WOMAN by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY |