I mind the jauntin'-cars a jinglin' Down the hill by Bracknaburn; I mind the jauntin'-cars a joltin' Roun' the ruts by Davy's Turn; But troth a little cart a drivin' Past a cherry-tree ablow— Ay, thon's the noiseless wheels I'm hearin' When the peat burns low! 'Tis like there's jauntin'-cars still jinglin' Down the hill by Bracknaburn; Ay, troth, an' jauntin'-cars a joltin' Past the wood by Davy's Turn; But och! no little cart's a hidin' Where we kissed for cherry-bloom!— Sure 'tis but drifts av snow that's drivin' Roun' my lone, wee room! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE JEWISH MARTYRS by W. V. B. PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |