Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CITY CLERK (WHEN HIS CHILD LAY DYING), by ANNIE MATHESON


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THE CITY CLERK (WHEN HIS CHILD LAY DYING), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I think of her when sunshine falls
Last Line: Would pass her by.
Subject(s): Angels; Death - Children; Graves; Heaven; Love - Loss Of; Death - Babies; Tombs; Tombstones; Paradise


I THINK of her when sunshine falls
Across my dingy office walls,
And when the birds outside confer,
I think of her.

When airs of paradise I meet
From violets, in a London street,
That breathe a dewy sweetness wild,
I miss my child.

While dainty pigeons pick their way
Round great St. Paul's, I, day by day,
When doves are flying round the dome,
See mine at home.

My blossom lies so still and pale,
The world were light within the scale
If that grave angel drawing nigh
Would pass her by.





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