When Mary goes walking
The Autumn winds blow,
The poplars they curtsey,
The larches bend low,
The oaks and the beeches
Their gold they fling down.
To make her a carpet,
To make her a crown!
I am busy working to bring Patrick Reginald Chalmers's "When Mary Goes Walking" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Patrick Reginald Chalmers's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "When Mary Goes Walking" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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