I saw three black pigs riding In a blue and yellow cart -- Three black pigs riding to the fair Behind the old grey dappled mare -- But it wasn't black pigs riding In a gay and gaudy cart That sent me into hiding With a flutter in my heart. I heard the cart returning, The jolting jingling cart -- Returning empty from the fair Behind the old jog-trotting mare -- But it wasn't the returning Of a clattering, empty cart That sent the hot blood burning And throbbing through my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT |