Classic Poem

Her maiden name was Eleanor Who stole my heart away
I loved and thought of none but her for many a summers day
I loved and thought of none but her She set my heart on flame
I paused and uttered Eleanor And loved her very name

Her lovely eye of tender hue Sweet lips and gentle breast
On her bottom lip a cherry grew I've often kissed and pressed
And in her eye a gentle light That won me all her own
I ne'er was blest but in her sight And loved her best alone

The very name o' Eleanor Would charm me more than drink
I saw her every sabbath—Or, I could not sleep a wink
I wandered out at starry night Along the meadow way
Among wild flowers she seemed in sight and muttered thoughts o' day

Love thoughts that silent beauty speaks and silent Man adores
I wandered in her love for weeks O'er meadows woods and moores
The meadow flowers were all for her That blest the summer weather
Green banks swelled sweet for Eleanor When we should be together

The lark was singing i the clouds The bee hummed round the flowers
The foliage of the willow shrouds Green banks o' loves young hours
I cropt some cowslips from the grass Nor cropt them all alone
For there I clasped the bonny Lass And Eleanors my own