LibriVox volunteers bring you 18 recordings of Love in a Cottage by Nathaniel Parker Willis (1806-1867). This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for October 24th – November 7th, 2010.
http://www.archive.org/download/love_ina_cottage_1011_librivox/loveinacottage_willis_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=1m 56s (mp3@64kb)
Love in a Cottage
THEY may talk of love in a cottage
And bowers of trellised vine–
Of nature bewitchingly simple,
And milkmaids half divine;
They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping
In the shade of a spreading tree,
And a walk in the fields at morning,
By the side of a footstep free!
But give me a sly flirtation
By the light of a chandelier–
With music to play in the pauses,
And nobody very near;
Or a seat on a silken sofa,
With a glass of pure old wine,
And mamma too blind to discover
The small white hand in mine.
Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies–
Your milkmaid shocks the Graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!
You lie down to your shady slumber
And wake with a bug in your ear,
And your damsel that walks in the morning
Is shod like a mountaineer.
True love is at home on a carpet,
And mightily likes his ease–
And true love has an eye for a dinner,
And starves beneath shady trees.
His wing is the fan of a lady,
His foot’s an invisible thing,
And his arrow is tipped with a jewel,
And shot from a silver string.
This fortnight’s poem can be found here.