I SAW the little quiet town, And the whitewashed gables on the hill, And laughing children coming down The laneway to the mill. Wind-blushes up their faces glowed, And they were happy as could be, The wobbling water never flowed So merry and so free. One little maid withdrew aside To pick a pebble from the sands. Her golden hair was long and wide, And there were dimples on her hands. And when I saw her large blue eyes, What was the pain that went thro' me? Why did I think on Southern skies And ships upon the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS |