Youngling fair, and dear delight, 'Tis Love hath thee in keeping; Green are the hills in morning light, A long adieu to weeping! The elfin-folk sing shrill a-ring; Children a-field are straying; Dance, too, thou tiny, lovely thing, For all the world's a-maying. Droop will the shadows of the night; Quiet be thy sleeping. Thou youngling fair, and dear delight, 'Tis Love hath thee in keeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP RELEASE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOMEBODY'S MOTHER by MARY DOW BRINE VERSES: THE FOURTH BOY by JOHN BYROM |