WHENE'ER I see soft hazel eyes And nut-brown curls, I think of those bright days I spent Among the Limerick girls; When up through Cratla woods I went, Nutting with thee; And we plucked the glossy clustering fruit From many a bending tree. Beneath the hazel boughs we sat, Thou, love, and I, And the gathered nuts lay in thy lap, Beneath thy downcast eye; But little we thought of the store we'd won, I, love, or thou; For our hearts were full, and we dare not own The love that's spoken now. O, there's wars for willing hearts in Spain, And high Germanie! And I'll come back, erelong, again, With knightly fame and fee: And I'll come back, if I ever come back, Faithful to thee, That sat with thy white lap full of nuts Beneath the hazel-tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS by PAUL VERLAINE QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE WORLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN FAMILIARITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE PORTRAIT OF A COLONEL; G.H.H. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |