COME o'er the bourn, Bessy, Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, Sweet Bessy, come over to me, And I shall thee take And my dear lady make Before all that e'er I see. A voice now is calling, My glad heart enthralling, And answer thee now I shall; O tell me, I say, Who 'tis calls away And so earnestly does me call? I am thy fair lover, And fain would discover My name it is merry England. Therefore, come away, And make no more delay, Sweet Bessy, give me thy hand. Lo, here is my hand, Dear lover, England, I am thine, both mind and heart. For e'er to endure, Thou mayest be sure, Until death us two do depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |