I FETCH the porridge-pot hither to me, The porridge-pot and the dairy key; And bring me a clout to wind my hair, Or the swarming bees will tangle there: They drip from the hive in the orchard long And coil the green-cherried boughs among As they follow the tanking tune I ring Under the cherry leaves' shivering. They settle, they knit -- Come, Ailce, with the skep -- Step along, Mistyhead -- Smearycap, step -- Steady it while I draw the bough Warily down and shake it. Now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHARACTERS: WILLIAM ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A WINTER'S NIGHT IN IRONDEQUOIT by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL |