Classic Poem

1

On mossy banks the violets blue
Sweet smells in white thorn bushes
All beaded wi' the morning dew
Beneath the nests o' thrushes
I love the sunny sweet spring morn
Wheat lands and grounds of clover
I love the fields of sprouting corn
To look at or walk over
One only care remains with me
To sigh for one I cannot see.

2

And when I see a pleasant place
I think how lovely she'd be there
And when I see an angel face
Theres something-nothing nigh so fair
I see the white thorn knot for may
The primrose at its mossy root
I hear green linnets on the sprey
Singing when all the rest are mute
But one I love I cannot see
That in such scenes were all to me.

3

On mole hill turf by ivied woods
I love to see the springs may dew
Primrosey brooks their crimpled floods
That far into the woods we view
I love to see the half formed nest
The blackbird lining hers wi' grass
The cock-bird with his sooty breast
Singing bye water clear as glass
I love such scenes and there I'm free
To think of one I cannot see.

4

In every green and pleasant place
I think of one I may not see
The rosey blooms upon her face
Her eye beams happiness on me
The rushy green the primrose spring
The awthorn hedge the grassy baulk
Where wheatlands in dark places spring
And larks and linnets almost talk
They sing of her I may not see
And there I love their melody.