O SPRING'S a pleasant time, Flowers o' every colour -- The sweet bird builds her nest, And I long for my lover. Aye waukin' O, Waukin' aye, and weary, Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. O I'm wat, wat, O I'm wat and weary; Yet fain I'd rise and run If I thought to meet my dearie When I sleep I dream, When I wauk I'm eerie; Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. Lanely night comes on; A' the lave are sleeping; I think on my love, And blear my een wi' greeting. Feather-beds are soft, Painted rooms are bonnie; But a kiss o' my dear love Is better far than ony. O for Friday's night, Friday at the gloaming! O for Friday's night! Friday's lang o' coming. Aye waukin' O, Waukin' aye, and weary, Sleep can I get nane, For thinkin' o' my dearie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS |