You pipers in the swales, Tune up your reedy flutes, And blow and blow to bring me back My little girl in spring! Take all the world beside, And flute it far away For less than nought, but give me back One sleepless night in spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE WEST WIND by JOHN MASEFIELD AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE |