UP yonder on the mountain, I dwelt for days together; Look'd down into the valley, This pleasant summer weather. My sheep go feeding onward, My dog sits watching by; I've wander'd to the valley, And yet I know not why. The meadow it is pretty, With flowers so fair to see; I gather them, but no one Will take the flowers from me. The good tree gives me shadow, And shelter from the rain; But yonder door is silent, It will not ope again! I see the rainbow bending, Above her old abode, But she is there no longer; They've ta'en my love abroad. They took her o'er the mountains, They took her o'er the sea; Move on, move on, my bonny sheep, There is no rest for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |