BEFORE me the sexton's daughter fair Through the sacred edifice skipped; Her size was small, and light her hair, From her neck her kerchief had slipped. In the old cathedral for sixpence I got A sight of its marvellous creatures, Its tombs, lights, crosses; I turn'd quite hot When I gazed on Elspeth's features. And once again I stared about At the sacred relics entrancing; In their under-petticoats all trick'd out, On the window the women were dancing. The sexton's little daughter fair Stood by me, while thus I inspected. She had a very pretty pair Of eyes, wherein all was reflected. Before me the sexton's daughter fair From the sacred edifice skipped; Her mouth was small, her neck was bare, From her bosom her kerchief had slipped. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH: PHILLIS AND CORIDON by ROBERT GREENE A WOMAN'S LOVE by JOHN MILTON HAY FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS GROWING OLD by KARLE WILSON BAKER |