The poetical works (1906) | ||
THE DEVON MAID
STANZAS SENT IN A LETTER TO B. R. HAYDON
I
Where be ye going, you Devon Maid?And what have ye there in the Basket?
Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
II
I love your Meads, and I love your flowers,And I love your junkets mainly,
But 'hind the door I love kissing more,
O look not so disdainly.
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III
I love your hills, and I love your dales,And I love your flocks a-bleating—
But O, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!
IV
I'll put your Basket all safe in a nook,Your shawl I hang up on the willow,
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye
And kiss on a grass green pillow.
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