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...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |