She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
Similar Posts
I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,And leave the doors again.
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
On streets and fields and harbour quays,And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,The howling dog by the door of the house,The bat that lies in bed at noon,All love to be out by the light of the moon.But all of the things that belong to the dayCuddle…
When the grass was closely mown,
In the turf a hole I foundAnd hid a soldier underground.Spring and daisies came apace;Grasses hid my hiding-place;Grasses run like a green seaO’er the lawn up to my knee.Under grass alone he lies,Looking up with leaden eyes,Scarlet coat and pointed gun,To the stars and to the sun.When the grass is ripe like grain,When the scythe…
My bed is like a little boat;
She girds me in my sailor’s coatAnd starts me in the dark.At night I go on board and sayGood-night to all my friends on shore;I shut my eyes and sail awayAnd see and hear no more.And sometimes things to bed I take,As prudent sailors have to do;Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,Perhaps a toy or two.All…
IT’S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,
From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold,To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.Where all the deep-sea galleons ride that come to bring the corn,Where falls the fog at eventide and blows the breeze at morn;It’s there that I was sick and sad, alone and poor and…
THE wind blew shrill and smart,
Again to go a-sailing o’er the sea,To hear the cordage moanAnd the straining timbers groan,And to see the flying pennon lie a-lee.O sailor of the fleet,It is time to stir the feet!It’s time to man the dingy and to row!It’s lay your hand in mineAnd it’s empty down the wine,And it’s drain a health to…