NOT much to me is yonder lane Where I go every day; But when there's been a shower of rain And hedge-birds whistle gay, I know my lad that's out in France With fearsome things to see Would give his eyes for just one glance At our white hawthorn tree. Not much to me is yonder lane Where he so longs to tread: But when there's been a shower of rain I think I'll never weep again Until I've heard he's dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |