To the hermit up hill

To the hermit up hill


"Shall we go for rowing a ferry",
I said to my heart without any tarry.
Her gleaming eyes found gentle delight,

She consented this with a mood so light.

You know!My love is a soul strange,
Her heart varies so wide and range.
On cheerful shore of ocean lake,
did plenty number daffodil shake.

And birds from their nest did send a wink,
Slowly the moment me sat and think.
How pink was she when sun did stare,
From behind the hill it glare so fare.

Dear my friends! we chose a boat,
Me began to row she saw some roach.
We rowed and rowed for the whole full day,
We sang love songs and enjoy our way.


To reach upon that side of hill,
Where dwells a hermit who knew love drill.
Me both in an unison offered hail,
To the soul so pious and back to sail.

O!My heart you forget it not,
This love row was a sacred knot.