I Bended Unto Me A Bough Poem by Thomas Edward Brown
I Bended Unto Me A Bough
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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4/26/2024 12:37:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The dainty thing Resumed its proper level, And sent me to the devil. I know it did- you doubt it? seeing the whispering. tony