I mind the burn; I mind the brae; I mind the church an' spire! An' och! our Sunday-ribboned hair— An' us aroun' the fire! The church had rainbow-windies, sure,— Green glass an' rosy-white— We said the sun come peepin' in To watch the taper-light! But, och! if only I could mind Jist how wee childer pray— I'd quit my strivin' to forget Thon spire by Aughna Brae! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL |