Here oonce did sound sweet words, a-spoke In wind that swum Where ivy clomb, About the ribby woak; An' still the words, though now a-gone, Be dear to me, that linger on. An' here, as comely vo'k did pass, Their sheädes did slide Below their zide, Along the flow'ry grass, An' though the sheädes be all a-gone, Still dear's the ground they vell upon. But could they come where then they stroll'd, However young Mid sound their tongue, Their sheädes would show em wold; But dear, though they be all a-gone, Be sheädes o' trees that linger on. O ashèn poles, a-sheenèn tall! You be too young To have a-sprung In days when I wer small; But you, broad woak, wi' ribby rind, Wer here so long as I can mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER AT STRATFORD-ON-AVON by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL TO MR. MACKENZIE, SURGEON by ROBERT BURNS |