Once on a time, in Pontypool, There lived a maid, all beautiful; And every time she went abroad, The people cried, with one accord — 'Here comes our Sweetest, lovely Sally! Sally, the Lily of our Valley!' As sweet as any nut put by, Selected by a Squirrel's eye; As pure as any drop of dew A bird drinks, after looking through — No wonder every voice cried 'Sally! Sally, the Lily of our Valley!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES |