Beneath the branch of the green may My merry heart sleeps happily, Waiting for him who promised me To meet me here again this day. And what is that I would not do To please my love so dear to me? He loves me with leal heart and true, And I love him no less, pardie. Perchance I see him but a day; Yet maketh he my heart so free His beauty so rejoiceth me That month thereafter I am gay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |