I mind the burn; I mind the brae; I mind the church an' spire! An' och! our Sunday-ribboned hair— An' us aroun' the fire! The church had rainbow-windies, sure,— Green glass an' rosy-white— We said the sun come peepin' in To watch the taper-light! But, och! if only I could mind Jist how wee childer pray— I'd quit my strivin' to forget Thon spire by Aughna Brae! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |