Monday, 19 May 2008

Overheard on a Saltmarsh

Overheard on a Saltmarsh by Harold Monro


Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.

No.

Give them me. Give them me.

No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, Why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I want them.

I will howl in a deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them me.

No
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5 comments:

Moonroot said...

I remember this poem from when I was a child. Lovely!

dragonfly said...

Wow...wish I had memories of poems like this when I was a child...to have experienced this poem through child's eyes!

Anonymous said...

I also loved this poem as a child, and even now when I am anxios, stressed or nervous, the words go through my head
My generation was lucky to have the privilege of learning poems which have remained with me all my life,

Silver Fox said...

Wow..wish I had the experience you had of experiencing such wonderful works in school...well no time now!

clare stubbs said...

When I was at primary school, each class would learn and recite a poem to the rest of the school on speech day. I remember this being one of the poems we learnt, Still love it! :)