OR, where grey and cold the bent lands lean against a cloud, in a garden by the Pentlands secret, shy and proud, there's a boy, who brings his nurse -- Alison -- a chain not of flowers, but of verse wet with Scottish rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PIETRO ARETINO by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE SEVEN HONEST MEN by MARTIN BENSON A SKIER by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'I'LL HAVE MY LOVE, OR I'LL HAVE ONE' by PATRICK CAREY |