O IT'S Manaton, little Manaton, high over the Moor— And I led my love to Manaton, and she twenty-four: O I took my love to Manaton, and I twenty-five— An' 'tis that's the pretty time-o'-life for young men to wive. O 'twas walking back from Manaton, half-way to the Cleeve, By the stones of Becky Waterfall my love touched my sleeve— 'Ah, to-day has been the honey-day if 'tweren't for the pain That you and I and Manaton might ne'er meet again!' O it's Manaton, little Manaton, bides there just the same: But 'twas yesterday, to Manaton alone as I came, That I turned in sight of Manaton, my heart moidered so For the want of her and Manaton, and the long while ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 64 by EDMUND SPENSER P. C., X, 36 by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON TO DR. MAXWELL by ROBERT BURNS A MINOR POET by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |