Beneath the branch of the green may My merry heart sleeps happily, Waiting for him who promised me To meet me here again this day. And what is that I would not do To please my love so dear to me? He loves me with leal heart and true, And I love him no less, pardie. Perchance I see him but a day; Yet maketh he my heart so free His beauty so rejoiceth me That month thereafter I am gay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |