I have been a foster long and many day, My locks ben hoar. I shall hang up my horn by the greenwood spray. Foster will I be no more. All the whiles that I may my bow bend Shall I wed no wife. I shall bigg me a bower at the wood's end, There to lead my life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON |