Saturday, April 26, 2014

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


helen tilston said...

What a beautiful poem and the image is perfect.
Enjoy your weekend

Patsy said...

Dreamy! Would be a lovey place to live.

Betsy Banks Adams said...

Hi Jo, How's my favorite Tennessee Brit???? I haven't been around as much --since we travel so much and since we stay so busy when we are at home... But--I'm still blogging when I can. Hope life is going well for you all... Spring feels great this year after our horrible winter, doesn't it?


L. D. said...

The cottage scene you share is so wonderful to see. I have always liked the ones with thatched roofs.