MY love he is fairer than a soft summer's day, And his breath is far sweeter than new-mown hay, And his hair shines like gold when revived by the sun, And the name that they give him's the Drynan Dhun. My boy he is gone to cross over the main, May God send him safe to his true love again, For I wander all day, until night-time comes on, And I sleep on the leaves of the Drynan Dhun. If I had a small cot on the ocean to row I would follow my darling wherever he'd go; I'd rather have my true love to sport and to play, Than all the gold treasures on the land and the sea. My love he is handsome and fair to be seen, With his red rosy cheeks he is fit for a queen, With his two sparkling eyes as bright as the sun, And he is fair as the blossom of the Drynan Dhun. Impatient I wait for my love to return, And for his long absence I never cease to mourn, I will join with the small birds when the summer comes on, For to welcome the blossom of the Drynan Dhun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 54. LOVE'S FATALITY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |