Come with me, under my coat, And we will drink our fill Of the milk of the white goat, Or wine if it be thy will. And we will talk, until Talk is a trouble, too, Out on the side of the hill; And nothing is left to do, But an eye to look into an eye; And a hand in a hand to slip; And a sigh to answer a sigh; And a lip to find out a lip! What if the night be black! Or the air on the mountain chill! Where the goat lies down in her track, And all but the fern is still! Stay with me, under my coat! And we will drink our fill Of the milk of the white goat, Out on the side of the hill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MALDIVE SHARK by HERMAN MELVILLE HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON CLING TO THY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE |