A honey mist on a day of frost, in a dark oak wood, And love for thee in my heart in me, thou bright, white, and good; Thy slender form, soft and warm, thy red lips apart, Thou hast found me, and hast bound me, and put grief in my heart. In fair-green and market, men mark thee, bright, young, and merry, Though thou hurt them like foes with the rose of thy blush of the berry: Her cheeks are a poppy, her eye it is Cupid's helper, But each foolish man dreams that its beams for himself are. Whoe'er saw the Cooleen in a cool, dewy meadow On a morning in summer in sunshine and shadow; All the young men go wild for her, my childeen, my treasure, But now let them go mope, they've no hope to possess her. Let's roam, O my darling, afar through the mountains, Drink milk of the goat, wine and bulcaun in fountains; With music and play every day from my lyre, And leave to come rest on my breast when you tire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |