I bended unto me a Bough
Read 'I bended unto me a Bough' by 'Thomas Edward Brown' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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,
And sent me to the devil.
I know it did--you doubt it?
I turned, and saw them whispering about it.
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