OH, come, my love, the woods are green, The wild birds warble free, The daisies deck the fairy scene, The lambs skip o'er the lea; Then come, my love, from city dust, And smoke, and swelt'ring weather -- Come from the seat of Mammon's lust, And rove among the heather. Adown the glen the burnie rins With murmur soft and low, The yellow bloom is on the whins, The birks their tassels show; Then come, my love, let these beguile To go with me a-roaming, Where Nature basks in beauty's smile, From summer morn till gloaming. Come while the fields are fair, my love, With sweetly-scented clover, While in the woods the cushat-dove Coos soft 'neath leafy cover; For rural scenes are fair, my love, When blythe the birds are singing, And all the echoes of the grove With their sweet notes are ringing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN |