THE lanes are long, and 'ome is far, But we'll go joggin', joggin' on. Up dimsy sky, 'ere comes a star, Over the bank the flowers peep To see if 'tis the time to sleep, But we'll go joggin' on. The sunset's sinkin' down apace, But we'll go joggin', joggin' on. The land's all like a maiden's face, The more yu look the less yu see, 'Tis all a movin' mystery, And we'll go joggin' on. The trout are risin' in the stream, We ford it, joggin', joggin' on. The mill-wheel's turnin' in a dream; The chafer's boomin' over'ead, And every lidd'l bird's in bed, And we go joggin' on. The cottages are prayin' smoke, As we go joggin', joggin' on. The 'ayrick's bonneted a-poke; The beasts are chewin' at their ease The evenin' cud beneath the trees, As we go joggin' on. There's many a teasin' drop o' rain As we go joggin', joggin' on, And many a brave while fine again. There's many a dip and many a rise, And many a smile o' dinky eyes. There's many a scent, and many a tune, And over all the lidd'l mune As we go joggin' on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A DAY-DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A NIGHT IN THE FISHERMAN'S HUT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |