Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Love In A Cottage

A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
'Mid brown old wattles seen.

And one to wait at shut of eve,
With eyes as fountain clear,
And braided hair, and simple dress,
My homeward step to hear.

On summer eves to sing old songs,
And talk o'er early vows,
While stars look down like angels' eyes
Amid the leafy boughs.

When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells,
And bright-winged parrots call,
In forest paths be ours to rove
Till purple evenings fall.

The curtains closed, by taper clear
To read some page divine,
On winter nights, the hearth beside,
Her soft, warm hand in mine.

And so to glide through busy life,
Like some small brook alone,
That winds its way 'mid grassy knolls,
Its music all its own.

Love in a Cottage ~ Daniel Henry Deniehy 1828-1865


Deanna said...

Blessings to you!

Marilyn said...

Thank you for sharing this poetry. It seems to fit my life right now.♥♫

Janneke said...

The painting and poem are both so romantic.

Susie Swanson said...

Oh this I so beautiful..Thanks for sharing with us.. Hugs. xo

Nellie said...

Love this poetry! Thank you for bringing along these beautiful words!

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

Thats beautiful

DJan said...

Just plain wonderful, but I expect that from you. :-)

Tweedles -- that's me said...

I would love to go to that cottage and sit on that bench,,,, and just listen and smell and dream.

Christine said...

What a sweet poem Jo! Just dropping by to say hello and see what's happening on your blog. Hope to get my blog back up by the end of summer. Have a wonderful week dear friend.

The Tablescaper said...

Just beautiful.

- The Tablescaper

Terry said...

You have the sweetest posts!

Betsy Banks Adams said...

Hi Jo, Lovely poem... I enjoyed it--and it reminded me of the ways we 'glide' through life...

Hope you are having a good week... We are fine up here on the plateau..