OLD English songs, you bring to me A simple sweetness somewhat kin To birds that through the mystery Of earliest morn make tuneful din, While hamlet steeples sleepily At cock-crow chime out three and four, Till maids get up betime and go With faces like the red sun low Clattering about the dairy floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER by WILLIAM BARNES SHEEPBELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |