Tread lightly in the lane-way, A little bride's asleep— Last night along the shadows We heard the Banshee creep! O from each little feather'd coat There trills a birdeen's wakening note! The may's new blooms decked out in white Tip-toed on branches down the night! Love lingers in the lane-way— O, wooing thrush-mate's song! Love laughs among the may-blooms; The child-bride's sleep is long * * * — | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN GILBERT: 2. THE WELCOME HOME by CHARLOTTE BRONTE HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |