Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
IV. Wooing and WinningAmong the Heather
William Allingham (18241889)O
When the wind was blowing cool, and the harvest leaves were falling:
“Is our way by chance the same? might we travel on together?”
“Oh, I keep the mountain side,” she replied, “among the heather.”
When the grass grows round the rocks, and the whin-bloom smells like honey;
But the winter ’s coming fast with its foggy, snowy weather,
And you ’ll find it bleak and chill on your hill, among the heather.”
For where Molly is there ’s sunshine and flow’rs at every season.
Be the moorland black or white, does it signify a feather,
Now I know the way by heart, every part, among the heather?
Yet I ’d travel twenty miles to the welcome that ’s before me;
Singing hi! for Eskydun, in the teeth of wind and weather!
Love ’ll warm me as I go through the snow, among the heather.