SWEET Jennifer came calling me <br />Along the shining beach. <br />'There's green upon the hawthorn tree <br />There's bloom upon the peach. <br />O, April's found the upland larch, <br />The hazel in the hollow,'– <br />But louder was the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march !' <br />And clearer called the bugle, 'Will you follow ?' <br /> <br />Young Jennifer came seeking me <br />With love upon her lips. <br />'O, all kind angels keep the sea <br />And fortune guard the ships. <br />The Autumn winds have rent the larch, <br />The south has won the swallow,'– <br />But clearer beat the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march !' <br />And sweeter sang the bugle, 'Will you follow ?'<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jennifer-s-lad/
