Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
This poem appeared in my daughter's Flags Unfurled reader. I am curious about the him and he pronoun in the poem. Who is it referring to? Any background information would be helpful.
My best guess is that it's anybody who answers the call to live out in the open, which the author certainly did not. I think it's sentimental fiction, romanticising the life of tramps etc Not a genre unique to W S.
A beautifully penned intriguing poem that is a pleasure to read.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This write is of the birds enduring a hard winter and are pleased with the food they find..excellent write.. :)
I don't think so. I think it's about people sleeping rough and singing along with the birds.