Oh, I must be in Darley Dale before the sun dips low, But can't tell, for the life of me, the way which I should go; For if I take the one road there's Anabel to see, And if I take the other road there is sweet Margery. Within the eyes of Anabel there is a laughing lure, The starry eyes of Margery are like the Cynosure; Though Anabel's are larkspur-blue and Margery's are brown, If I should think to drown myself, in both I'd like to drown. The lovely lips of Anabel are like a crimson pink, While Margery's seem a tulip cup that tempts a man to drink; The hair of one has morning glints, the other's twilight hues; The voice of each is melody. Pray, how am I to choose? If Anabel starts marketing, the friendly grasses stir; If Margery on an errand trips, the rushes bow to her; Of both of them keep gossiping the leaves of every tree; How can I tell if Anabel or Margery's for me? Oh, I must be in Darley Dale before the sun dips low, But can't say, for the heart of me, the way which I should go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON REPEATED PILGRIMAGE by JOHN GILLAND BRUNINI GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE BODY AND THE BOOK by EDWARD CARPENTER |