Thomas Edward Brown

(1830-1897 / England)

I Bended Unto Me A Bough - Poem by Thomas Edward Brown

I bended unto me a bough of May,
That I might see and smell:
It bore it in a sort of way,
It bore it very well.
But, when I let it backward sway,
Then it were hard to tell
With what a toss, with what a swing,
The dainty thing
Resumed its proper level,
And sent me to the devil.
I know it did--you doubt it?
I turned, and saw them whispering about it.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2001


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