I love the jocund dance, The softly-breathing song, Where innocent eyes do glance, And where lisps the maiden's tongue. I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bow'r. Where white and brown is our lot, Or fruit in the mid-day hour. I love the oaken seat, Beneath the oaken tree, Where all the old villagers meet, And laugh our sports to see. I love our neighbours all, But, Kitty, I better love thee; And love them I ever shall, But thou art all to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |