Make way, make way, give leave to rove Under your orchard as above; A yearly welcome if ye love! And all who loved us alway throve. Love for love. For ever we When some unfriended man we see Lifeless under forest-eaves, Cover him with buds and leaves; And charge the chipmunk, mouse, and mole -- Molest not this poor human soul! Then let us never on green floor Where your paths wind round about, Keep to the middle in misdoubt, Shy and aloof, unsure of ye; But come like grass to stones on moor, Wherever mortals be. But toss your caps, O maids and men, Snow-bound long in farm-house pen: We chase Old Winter back to den. See our red waistcoats! Alive be then -- Alive to the bridal-favors when They blossom your orchards every Spring, And cock-robin curves on a bridegroom's wing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS WILD CHERRY TREE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ADVERTISING MAN'S LOVE SONG by BERTON BRALEY HOTWELLS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN METABOAH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |