Friday, October 4, 2013


by William Allingham

Ring--ting! I wish I were a primrose,
A bright yellow primrose blooming in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the elm tree for our king!

Nay--Stay!  I wish I were an elm tree,
A great, lofty elm tree with green leaves gay!
The winds would set them dancing,
The sun and moonshine glance in,
The birds would house among the boughs,
And ever sweetly sing!

Oh--no!  I wish I were a robin,
A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go;
Through forest, field, or garden,
And ask no leave or pardon,
Till winter comes with icy thumbs
To ruffle up our wings!

Well--tell!  Where should I fly to,
Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?
Before a day was over,
Home comes the rover,
For Mother's kiss--sweeter this
Than any other thing. 
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1 comment:

Melissa said...

Love. Love, love, love!