O SPRING'S a pleasant time, Flowers o' every colour -- The sweet bird builds her nest, And I long for my lover. Aye waukin' O, Waukin' aye, and weary, Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. O I'm wat, wat, O I'm wat and weary; Yet fain I'd rise and run If I thought to meet my dearie When I sleep I dream, When I wauk I'm eerie; Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. Lanely night comes on; A' the lave are sleeping; I think on my love, And blear my een wi' greeting. Feather-beds are soft, Painted rooms are bonnie; But a kiss o' my dear love Is better far than ony. O for Friday's night, Friday at the gloaming! O for Friday's night! Friday's lang o' coming. Aye waukin' O, Waukin' aye, and weary, Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GOLDEN TARGE by WILLIAM DUNBAR TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON DISCOVERY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |