I. WHY should not I take her unto my heart! She has not a morsel of guile or art; Why should not I make her my happy wife, And love her and cherish her all my life? I've met with a few of as shining eyes, I've met with a hundred of wilder sighs, I think I met some whom I loved as well -- But none who loved me like my Darling Nell. II. She's ready to cry when I seem unkind, But she smothers her grief within her mind; And when my spirit is soft and fond, She sparkles the brightest of stars beyond. Oh! 'twould teach the thrushes to hear her sing, And her sorrow the heart of a rock would wring; There never was saint but would leave his cell, If he thought he could marry my Darling Nell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE |