COME loving me to Darley Dale In spring time or sickle time, And we will make as proud a tale As lovers in the antique prime Of Harry or Elizabeth. With kirtle green and nodding flowers To deck my hair and little waist, I'll be worth a lover's hours.... Come, fellow, thrive, there is no haste But soon is worn away in death. Soon shall the blood be tame, and soon Our bodies lie in Darley Dale, Unreckoning of jolly June, With tongues past telling any tale; My man, come loving me to-day. I have a wrist is smooth and brown, I have a shoulder smooth and white, I have my grace in any gown By sun or moon or candle-light.... Come Darley way, come Darley way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE 11TH R.S.R. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WEIRD FANTASY by IDA MAY BORNCAMP WARNING AND REPLY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE PATH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON TAKING LEAVE OF - , 1817 [SHORTER VERSION OF 'TO TWO SISTERS'] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |