Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79. | | | | Limerick | | The Lapful of Nuts | | Sir Samuel Ferguson (1810–1886) |
| | | WHENE’ER I see soft hazel eyes | |
| And nut-brown curls, | |
| I think of those bright days I spent | |
| Among the Limerick girls; | |
| When up through Cratla woods I went, | 5 |
| Nutting with thee; | |
| And we plucked the glossy clustering fruit | |
| From many a bending tree. | |
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| Beneath the hazel boughs we sat, | |
| Thou, love, and I, | 10 |
| And the gathered nuts lay in thy lap, | |
| Beneath thy downcast eye; | |
| But little we thought of the store we ’d won, | |
| I, love, or thou; | |
| For our hearts were full, and we dare not own | 15 |
| The love that ’s spoken now. | |
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| O, there ’s wars for willing hearts in Spain, | |
| And high Germanie! | |
| And I ’ll come back, erelong, again, | |
| With knightly fame and fee: | 20 |
| And I ’ll come back, if I ever come back, | |
| Faithful to thee, | |
| That sat with thy white lap full of nuts | |
| Beneath the hazel-tree. | | | | |
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