Ah! a lovely jewel was Mary of Crofton, And now she is cold in the clay We think of the heart-cheering image as often As we pass down the old waggon way. Her air was a magical air, and the very Stone heart of the stoic entranced; While her wee, wee feet beat a measure as merry As ever by damsel was danced. Her accents enchanted; her lay — but the silly Bit linnet to vie it would seek; And the rose in her hair was a daffadowndilly Compared with the rose on her cheek. Sue, Bessy, and Kitty still ornament Crofton, And rich are the charms they display; But we miss the sweet image of Mary as often As we pass down the old waggon way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN INDIGNATION DINNER by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |