You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart; In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay, @3When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.@1 The herring are not in the tides as they were of old; My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the cart That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold, @3When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.@1 And ah, you proud maiden, you are not so fair when his oar Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart, Who paced in the eve by the nets on pebbly shore, @3When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FOUR PRELUDES ON PLAYTHINGS OF THE WIND by CARL SANDBURG ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS |