DOE, doe! I shall dever see her bore! Dever bore our feet shall rove The beadows as of yore! Dever bore with byrtle boughs Her tresses shall I twide -- Dever bore her bellow voice Bake bellody with bide! Dever shall we lidger bore, Abid the flow'rs at dood, Dever shall we gaze at dight Upon the tedtder bood! Ho, doe, doe! Those berry tibes have flowd, Ad I shall dever see her bore, By beautiful! by owd! Ho, doe, doe! I shall dever see her bore, She will forget be id a bonth, (Bost probably before) -- She will forget the byrtle boughs, The flow'rs we plucked at dood, Our beetigs by the tedtder stars. Our gazigs at the bood. Ad I shall dever see agaid The Lily and the Rose; The dabask cheek! the sdowy brow! The perfect bouth ad dose! Ho, doe, doe! Those berry tibes have flowd -- Ad I shall dever see her bore, By beautiful! by owd!! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THRENOS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |