Yes, May and I are friends, Lovers, many have said; For down the lane and o'er the lea To church we often tread, In that careless sort of way, That leads to love, they say; And after church we often search For garlands by the way. Yes, May and I are friends, And something more, they say; Because along the curved strand, Where we sat the other day, I simply wrote her name, And wrote it o'er again; When after church we stopped to search For shells along the main. More than friends are we, My bonny May and I; At least that's what our neighbors say Whene'er they pass us by, They smile and wink their eye, And set their necks awry: When after church we stop to search For heart's ease, May and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE EMPORIUM VERSUS NEW YORK, 1854 by JACOB BIGELOW |