ANE by ane they gang awa', The Gaitherer gaithers great an' sma', Ane by ane mak's ane an' a'. Aye when ane sits doon the cup, Ane ahint maun tak' it up, Yet thegither they will sup. Golden-heided, ripe an' strang, Shorn will be the hairst ere lang, Syne begins a better sang! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES |