I have been a foster long and many day, My locks ben hoar. I shall hang up my horn by the greenwood spray. Foster will I be no more. All the whiles that I may my bow bend Shall I wed no wife. I shall bigg me a bower at the wood's end, There to lead my life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |