I have been a foster long and many day, My locks ben hoar. I shall hang up my horn by the greenwood spray. Foster will I be no more. All the whiles that I may my bow bend Shall I wed no wife. I shall bigg me a bower at the wood's end, There to lead my life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI |