Once I loved a maiden Like a turtle dove, She was just an angel, Full of coo and love. Married to another, Watchful now I smile, That day I was usher Up and down the aisle. Now he's pushing babies Up and down the walk; While the kids are howling You should hear her talk. He looks kind of wistful As I pass them by; But there's no escaping 'Neath her watchful eye. Birds of air are mating, Singing songs of love, Building homes and nesting In the trees above; Still they often quarrel, I have seen them fight, So I'm hesitating— Sort of timid like. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO DAMON by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON ASOLANDO: WHITE WITCHCRAFT by ROBERT BROWNING THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |