A young, white-thorn—a young, white-thorn An' maybe it's mindin' the day Its bended wee boughs were swayin' their green, An' beck'nin' us up from the hay! A wee white-thorn—a wee white-thorn Stands its lone by an ivied hut; Och! peepin' down by at an empty barn— Ay, an' watchin' a silent rut! The wee blown-thorn—the wee blown-thorn An' sorra a wan for to mind; But maybe 'tis God is cradlin' lone boughs,— Jist rockin' them soft on the wind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) AN AUTUMN NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |