WHENE'ER I see soft hazel eyes And nut-brown curls, I think of those bright days I spent Among the Limerick girls; When up through Cratla woods I went, Nutting with thee; And we plucked the glossy clustering fruit From many a bending tree. Beneath the hazel boughs we sat, Thou, love, and I, And the gathered nuts lay in thy lap, Beneath thy downcast eye; But little we thought of the store we'd won, I, love, or thou; For our hearts were full, and we dare not own The love that's spoken now. O, there's wars for willing hearts in Spain, And high Germanie! And I'll come back, erelong, again, With knightly fame and fee: And I'll come back, if I ever come back, Faithful to thee, That sat with thy white lap full of nuts Beneath the hazel-tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |