Ah! a lovely jewel was Mary of Crofton, And now she is cold in the clay We think of the heart-cheering image as often As we pass down the old waggon way. Her air was a magical air, and the very Stone heart of the stoic entranced; While her wee, wee feet beat a measure as merry As ever by damsel was danced. Her accents enchanted; her lay — but the silly Bit linnet to vie it would seek; And the rose in her hair was a daffadowndilly Compared with the rose on her cheek. Sue, Bessy, and Kitty still ornament Crofton, And rich are the charms they display; But we miss the sweet image of Mary as often As we pass down the old waggon way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE THE SNOW-SHOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM |