OVER, the way, over the way, I've seen a head that's fair and gray; I've seen kind eyes not new to tears, A form of grace, though full of years -- Her fifty summers have left no flaw -- And I, a youth of twenty-three, So love this lady, fair to see, I want her for my mother-in-law! Over the way, over the way, I've seen her with the children play; I've seen her with a royal grace Before the mirror adjust her lace; A kinder woman none ever saw; God bless and cheer her onward path, And bless all treasures that she hath, And let her be my mother-in-law! Over the way, over the way, I think I'll venture, dear, some day (If you will lend a helping hand, And sanctify the scheme I've planned); I'll kneel in loving, reverent awe Down at the lady's feet, and say: "I've loved your daughter many a day -- Please won't you be my mother-in-law?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A GARDEN IN APRIL by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG |