I had a silver buckle, I sewed it on my shoe, And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe I danced the evening through! I had a bunch of cowslips, I hid 'em in a grot, In case the elves should come by night And me remember not. I had a yellow riband, I tied it in my hair, That, walking in the garden, The birds might see it there. I had a secret laughter, I laughed it near the wall: Only the ivy and the wind May tell of it at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 55. ALLAH-AL-MATEEN by EDWIN ARNOLD NOONDAY REST by MATHILDE BLIND SUBLIME ILLUSION by FLORENCE BROOKS |