Put your head, darling, darling, darling, Your darling black head my heart above; Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance, Who with heart in breast could deny you love? Oh, many and many a young girl for me is pining, Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free, For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows; But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee! Then put your head, darling, darling, darling, Your darling black head my heart above; Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance, Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN EPITAPH ON HIM by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) WORDS OF PARTING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SAINT PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH by JOHN BYROM |