Thomas Edward Brown

(1830-1897 / England)

Thomas Edward Brown Quotes

    I Bended Unto Me A Bough

    I bended unto me a bough of May,
    That I might see and smell:
    It bore it in a sort of way,
    It bore it very well.
    But, when I let it backward sway,
    Then it were hard to tell
    With what a toss, with what a swing,
    The dainty thing
    Resumed its proper level,