In a red canoe, Overdue, Trailing her fingers in the water, Languorously lies the Lake King's daughter. Faint heart may miss her. Who will come and kiss her? I will! I will! Keep still! Keep still! "Do you want to upset us?" says the Lake King's daughter. Then the wind comes bringing Sounds across the water, Strumming ukelele, Voices sort of waily, Sentimental singing Echoing across the water. Father'll wait. Don't be late. Yo-ho! Yo-ho! To and fro, The Lake King kinging Calls home his daughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EMMELINE GRANGERFORD'S 'ODE TO STEPHEN DOLWING BOTS, DEC'D' by SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH |