THE blackbird sings in the hazel-brake, And the squirrel sits on the tree; And Blanche she walks in the merry greenwood, Down by the summer sea. The blackbird lies when he sings of love, And the squirrel, a thief is he; And Blanche is an arrant flirt, I swear, And light as light can be. O blackbird, die in the hazel-brake! And squirrel, starve on the tree! And Blanche -- you may walk in the merry greenwood. You are nothing more to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |