MY gudewife -- she that is tae be -- O she sall seeme sang-sweete tae me As her ain croon tuned wi' the chiel's Or spinnin'-wheel's. An' faire she'll be, an' saft, an' light, An' muslin-bright As her spick apron, jimpy laced The-round her waiste. -- Yet aye as rosy sall she bloome Intil the roome (The where alike baith bake an' dine) As a full-fine Ripe rose, lang rinset wi' the raine, Sun-kist againe, Sall seate me at her table-spread, White as her bread. -- Where I, sae kissen her for @3grace,@1 Sall see her face Smudged, yet aye sweeter, for the bit O' floure on it, Whiles, witless, she sall sip wi' me Luve's tapmaist-bubblin' ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WISHING MOON by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ON NAPOLEON'S ESCAPE FROM ELBA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FLY MESSENGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |