There's a colleen fair as May, For a year and for a day, I've sought by every way her heart to gain There's no art of tongue or eye Fond youths with maidens try, But I've tried with ceaseless sigh, yet tried in vain. If to France or far-off Spain She'd cross the watery main, To see her face again the sea I'd brave. And if 'tis Heaven's decree That mine she may not be, May the Son of Mary me in mercy save! O thou blooming milk-white dove, To whom I've given true love, Do not ever thus reprove my constancy. There are maidens would be mine, With wealth in hand and kine, If my heart would but incline to turn from thee. But a kiss with welcome bland, And a touch of thy dear hand Are all that I demand, wouldst thou not spurn; For if not mine, dear girl, O Snowy-Breasted Pearl! May I never from the fair with life return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CHARM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6 by THOMAS CAMPION BIRTHDAYS AND MILESTONES by KATE M. CHIDESTER ODE, TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL ROSS [AT] FONTENOY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) |