COME loving me to Darley Dale In spring time or sickle time, And we will make as proud a tale As lovers in the antique prime Of Harry or Elizabeth. With kirtle green and nodding flowers To deck my hair and little waist, I'll be worth a lover's hours.... Come, fellow, thrive, there is no haste But soon is worn away in death. Soon shall the blood be tame, and soon Our bodies lie in Darley Dale, Unreckoning of jolly June, With tongues past telling any tale; My man, come loving me to-day. I have a wrist is smooth and brown, I have a shoulder smooth and white, I have my grace in any gown By sun or moon or candle-light.... Come Darley way, come Darley way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 4. TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL BURLINGTON by ALEXANDER POPE TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES |