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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN, by MARY KYLE DALLAS First Line: He'd nothing but his violin Last Line: And I my sweet love-song. Subject(s): Violins | |||
HE'd nothing but his violin, I'd nothing but my song, But we were wed when skies were blue And summer days were long; And when we rested by the hedge, The robins came and told How they had dared to woo and win, When early Spring was cold. We sometimes supped on dew-berries, Or slept among the hay, But oft the farmers' wives at eve Came out to hear us play; The rare old songs, the dear old tunes, -- We could not starve for long While my man had his violin, And I my sweet love-song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEAR MISS HAIKU by ANSELM HOLLO OUT-OF-THE-BODY TRAVEL by STANLEY PLUMLY THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A VIOLINIST by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON AS A VIOLINIST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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