Thomas Edward Brown

Here you will find the Poem I bended unto me a Bough of poet Thomas Edward Brown

I bended unto me a Bough

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.