I SAW the little quiet town, And the whitewashed gables on the hill, And laughing children coming down The laneway to the mill. Wind-blushes up their faces glowed, And they were happy as could be, The wobbling water never flowed So merry and so free. One little maid withdrew aside To pick a pebble from the sands. Her golden hair was long and wide, And there were dimples on her hands. And when I saw her large blue eyes, What was the pain that went thro' me? Why did I think on Southern skies And ships upon the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |