Too dark the road I needs must take—
The road that winds away from you.
Rosamund Marriott Watson
“GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET”
Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town,
An’ wander the old ways again an’ tread them up an’ down.
I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,
Without I mind how good ye were unto a little lass.
I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through,
Without I think and mind me of how cold it falls on you.