WHAT a dainty life the milkmaid leads, When over the flowery meads She dabbles in the dew, And sings to her cow, and feels not the pain Of love or disdain. She sleeps in the night, though she toils in the day And merrily passes her time away. And merrily passes the time away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN A SPIRITUAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |