The Lanes of Warwickshire

[Warwick]

The Lanes of Warwickshire

Damson Lane Oh! Damson Lane
Shall I ever walk again?
In the lanes of Warwickshire
Pluck the berries purple tongued
Where I walked when I was young
In the lanes of Warwickshire
When the bluebells stained the eye
In the shade as I strolled by
Past the musk rose of delight
Where Titania dreamt at night
In the lanes of Warwickshire
Nodding where the violet shows
Past the bank where wild thyme blows
And the honeysuckle grows
In the lanes of Warwickshire
Where the river ran like wine
Over hung with eglantine
Still the stars from heaven shine
O’er the lanes of Warwickshire

[Buh4Bee]

What a visual gem with a hint of nostalgic romance.

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful.

I was curious so I wiki'd Warwickshire to get a further perspective on the locale and history (I'm first generation removed from England on one side of the family [post-Shakespearean era during the the reign of Charles I (1625—1642) on the other]

I was awestruck by this passage:

"When the bluebells stained the eye
In the shade as I strolled by
Past the musk rose of delight
Where Titania dreamt at night"

Thank you for sharing.

[firefangled]

For what I assume you were trying to achieve, this is very well done. The music in it is maintained without a forced rhyme and the nostalgia of it is touching and beautiful. The style is very consistent.

I enjoyed reading it.