UP yonder on the mountain, I dwelt for days together; Look'd down into the valley, This pleasant summer weather. My sheep go feeding onward, My dog sits watching by; I've wander'd to the valley, And yet I know not why. The meadow it is pretty, With flowers so fair to see; I gather them, but no one Will take the flowers from me. The good tree gives me shadow, And shelter from the rain; But yonder door is silent, It will not ope again! I see the rainbow bending, Above her old abode, But she is there no longer; They've ta'en my love abroad. They took her o'er the mountains, They took her o'er the sea; Move on, move on, my bonny sheep, There is no rest for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON POSTHUMOUS REMORSE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |