RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the Elm-tree for our king! Nay--stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay! The winds would set them dancing, The sun and moonshine glance in, The birds would house among the boughs, And sweetly sing! Oh--no! I wish I were a Robin. A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing! Well--tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss,--sweeter this Than any other thing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO MALTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS ALL THESE MAKE MUSIC by ANNA SHAW BUCK EARLY WINTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 117 by BLISS CARMAN |