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
Oooh, what beautiful little cottages. I love your collection, and that poem is so sweet. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.
Cosy!!ilove your blue dishes in the background of the photo.Also the little houses!
The poem is so sweet as well
I hope you will have some nice days!
love the vignette with varied house styles. Pretty!
Jo, I always love to read the poems in your posts. The cute pictures you put with the words, makes it more special. Blessings to my friend, xoxo, Susie
What lovely village cottages and I like your blue dishes behind them too.
What a delight to the eye and the heart, Jo. Thanks for the lovely post. :-)
I really like your houses. I can spot blue willow a mile away. It is a nice arrangement.
Such a romantic poem with your little cottages all in a row.
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