Once I loved a maiden Like a turtle dove, She was just an angel, Full of coo and love. Married to another, Watchful now I smile, That day I was usher Up and down the aisle. Now he's pushing babies Up and down the walk; While the kids are howling You should hear her talk. He looks kind of wistful As I pass them by; But there's no escaping 'Neath her watchful eye. Birds of air are mating, Singing songs of love, Building homes and nesting In the trees above; Still they often quarrel, I have seen them fight, So I'm hesitating— Sort of timid like. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE RESCUE by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL |