I saw three black pigs riding In a blue and yellow cart -- Three black pigs riding to the fair Behind the old grey dappled mare -- But it wasn't black pigs riding In a gay and gaudy cart That sent me into hiding With a flutter in my heart. I heard the cart returning, The jolting jingling cart -- Returning empty from the fair Behind the old jog-trotting mare -- But it wasn't the returning Of a clattering, empty cart That sent the hot blood burning And throbbing through my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS LETTY'S GLOBE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |