AS I went a-walking on Lavender Hill, O, I met a Darling in frock and frill; And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue, 'Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!' So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow, And we played -- and we played for an hour or so; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall, And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball. Then we played again, till I said -- 'My Dear, This pain in my side, it has grown severe; I ought to have told you I'm past three score, And I fear that I scarcely can play any more!' But the Darling she answered, -- 'O no! O no! You must play -- you must play. -- I shan't let you go!' -- And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair And I found myself safe in my Grandfather's-chair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO SHELLEY by JOHN BANISTER TABB TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |