I can see the little cottage by the sea, by the sea, And the peat fire burning brightly, and the kettle there for tea, With the spinning-wheel a-whirling by the window toward the lea: My father's mother's mother is spinning a dress for me. There's a fishing boat a-landing down below, down below, Oh, let the salt surf battle and let the wet wind blow! -- There's a strong arm on the rudder, and the nets are all in tow: I can see my father's father, and his face is in a glow. There's a little lad a-dreaming by the mill, by the mill, And he sees the fairies dancing in the misty, twilight chill: There's the vesper bell a-tinkling the ruin on the hill: Oh, father, be a boy again, and not so cold and still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEXICAN FUNERAL PROCESSION by BEULAH VICK BICKLEY OUT OF DARKNESS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE LIFE THAT IS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |