COME o'er the bourn, Bessy, Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, Sweet Bessy, come over to me, And I shall thee take And my dear lady make Before all that e'er I see. A voice now is calling, My glad heart enthralling, And answer thee now I shall; O tell me, I say, Who 'tis calls away And so earnestly does me call? I am thy fair lover, And fain would discover My name it is merry England. Therefore, come away, And make no more delay, Sweet Bessy, give me thy hand. Lo, here is my hand, Dear lover, England, I am thine, both mind and heart. For e'er to endure, Thou mayest be sure, Until death us two do depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DEMON by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK CHALSE A KILLEY; TO CHALSE IN HEAVEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |