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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LADY SUMMER, by WILLIAM MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: Birdie, birdie, weet your whistle! Last Line: "I'll toot on anither horn." Alternate Author Name(s): Laureate Of The Nursery Subject(s): Birds; Summer | |||
BIRDIE, birdie, weet your whistle! Sing a sang to please the wean; Let it be o' Lady Summer Walking wi' her gallant train! Sing him how her gaucy mantle Forest-green trails owre the lea, Broider's frae the dewy hem o't Wi' the field-flowers to the knee! How her foot's wi' daisies buskit, Kirtle o' the primrose hue; An' her e'e sae like my laddie's, Glancing, laughing, loving blue! How we meet on hill and valley, Children sweet as fairest flowers, Buds and blossoms o' affection, Rosy wi' the sunny hours. Sing him sic a sang, sweet birdie! Sing it owre and owre again; Gar the notes fa' pitter patter, Like a shower o' summer rain. "Hoot, toot, toot!" the birdie's saying, "Wha can shear the rigg that's shorn? Ye've sung brawlie simmer's ferlies, I'll toot on anither horn." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY |
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