The hills far-off were blue, blue, The hills at hand were brown; And all the herd-bells called to me As I came by the down. The briars turned to roses, roses; Ever we stayed to pull A white little rose, and a red little rose, And a lock of silver wool. Nobody heeded, -- none, none; And when True Love came by, They thought him naught but the shepherd-boy. Nobody knew but I! The trees were feathered like birds, birds; Birds were in every tree. Yet nobody heeded, nobody heard, Nobody knew, save me. And he is fairer than all -- all. How could a heart go wrong? For his eyes I knew, and his knew mine, Like an old, old song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH CHARACTERS: MARY HOLLAND ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE |