AH little mill, you're rumbling still, Ah sunset flecked with gold! Ah deepening tinge, ah purple fringe Of lilac as of old! Ah hawthorn hedge, ah light-won pledge Of kisses warm and plenty, When she was true, and twenty-two, And I was two-and-twenty. I don't know how she broke her vow -- She said that I was "horty"; And there's the mill a goin' still, And I am five-and-forty. And sooth to tell, 'twas just as well, Her aitches were uncertain; Her ways though nice, not point-device; Her father liked his "Burton." But there's a place you cannot trace, So spare the fond endeavour -- A cloudless sky, where Kate and I Are twenty-two for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |