Eilidh, Eilidh, My bonnie wee lass: The winds blow, And the hours pass. But never a wind Can do thee wrong, Brown Birdeen, singing Thy bird-heart song. And never an hour But has for thee Blue of the heaven And green of the sea: Blue for the hope of thee, Eilidh, Eilidh; Green for the joy of thee, Eilidh, Eilidh. Swing in thy nest, then, Here on my heart, Birdeen, Birdeen, Here on my heart, Here on my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE HORATIAN ECHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD |