Robin is a lovely lad, No lass a smoother ever had. Tommy hath a look as bright As is the rosy morning light. Tib is dark and brown of hue, But like her colour firm and true. Jinny hath a lip to kiss Wherein a spring of nectar is. Simkin well his mirth can place And words to win a woman's grace. Sib is all in all to me, There is no queen of love but she. Let us in a lovers' round Circle all this hallowed ground. Softly, softly trip and go, The light-foot fairies jet it so. Forward then and back again, Here and there and everywhere, Winding to and winding fro, Skipping high and louting low. And like lovers hand in hand March around and make a stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RAIN ON FALL NIGHTS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |