"Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover, 8 "You glow-worms, shine out, and the pathway discover And dance with the cuckoo-buds slender and small! To him that comes darkling along the rough Here's two bonny boys, and here's mother's steep. own lasses, Eager to gather them all. Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups! Mother shall thread them a daisy chain; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow, That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain; Sing, "Heart thou art wide, though the house be but narrow," Sing once and sing it again. Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups, Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters, And haply one musing doth stand at her prow. O bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters, May-be he thinks on you now! Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups, were grown They spread out their wings to fly. Oh, one after one they flew away, Far up to the heavenly blue, I pray you what is the nest to me, And what is the shore where I stood to see Can I call that home where I anchor yet, Nay, but the port where my sailor went, And the land where my nestlings be: There is the home where my thoughts are sent, The only home for me-Ah, me! JEAN INGELOW. |