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...BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 27 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE |