[The Maryland Yellowthroat, whose song to many is "witchery, witchery, witchery, witch!" to me calls the name of the Massachusetts seaside village of Scituate.] Where is your "Scituate, Scituate, Scituate," Bright little warbler up in the tree? I know a Scituate, Scituate, Scituate, I know a Scituate hard by the sea, New England Scituate, plain little Scituate, Dear little Scituate, quaint as can be. Is that your "Scituate, Scituate, Scituate"? Is that the theme of your whistling song? Or some mysterious Scituate, Scituate, Far in the land where the fairies belong? Other quite misty, impalpable Scituate, Whither the fairies and singing birds throng? Gold-breasted chanter of "Scituate, Scituate," Whence came the gold? It was surely from there! Bright-throated lover of "Scituate, Scituate," Warm is the glow of your Scituate fair! Vigorous praiser of "Scituate, Scituate," Surely that region surpasses compare! Lead me, gay warbler, to Scituate, Scituate; Close will I follow wherever you fly. I would see Scituate, Scituate, Scituate, Vocal with carols and bright to the eye; Yes, I would live in your Scituate, Scituate, Live there and sing there till singing I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE JOURNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH FIVES'-COURT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY (1) by ROBERT BURNS |