WATER, water wall-flower, Growing up so high, We are all maidens, We must all die. All except Mary Ann, She is the whitest flower: She can skip, and she can sing, And ding us, ding us ower! A dis, a dis o' green grass A daisy dis, a dis! Come, all ye pretty maidens. And dance along with this. And you shall have a duck so blue, And you shall have a drake, And you shall have a pretty young man A-dancing for your sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |