(STANZAS SENT IN A LETTER TO B. R. HAYDON) I. WHERE be ye going, you Devon Maid? And what have ye there in the Basket? Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? II. I love your Meads, and I love your flowers, And I love your junkets mainly, But 'hind the door I love kissing more, O look not so disdainly. III. I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating-- But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating! IV. I'll put your Basket all safe in a nook, Your shawl I hang up on the willow, And we will sigh in the daisy's eye And kiss on a grass green pillow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1878 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT THE DEATH OF THE POOR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |