YE'LL no fret ye mair the noo, Wull ye, sea? Like ye've dune the winter through, Roarin' at the sands and me. Ye were wearyin' yersel' Till her bit, Wee, licht fuitstep by ye fell. Ay, but lookee noo! an' quit! Ken ye no the way she rins? Hoo her hair, Ower-muckle fer the pins, Blaws aboot her everywhere? Ye'll no stop yer clatt'rin' din? Puir blin' thing! Ye'll no see her happy rin; "Jamie!" ye'll no hear her sing. Hoots! Awa', ye loupin' sea, Doon yer sands, Jinnie's callin' doon tae me! Jinnie's haudin' oot her hands! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST MARRIAGE A LA MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SILVER WEDDING: B.F.B.-E.G.B., 1855-1880 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER MARGARET AND DORA by THOMAS CAMPBELL |