No baby in the house, I know, 'Tis far too nice and clean. No toys, by careless fingers strewn, Upon the floors are seen. No finger-marks are on the panes, No scratches on the chairs; No wooden men set up in rows, Or marshalled off in pairs; No little stockings to be darned, All ragged at the toes; No pile of mending to be done, Made up of baby-clothes; No little troubles to be soothed; No little hands to fold; No grimy fingers to be washed; No stories to be told; No tender kisses to be given; No nicknames, "Dove" and "Mouse;" No merry frolics after tea, -- No baby in the house! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD A CHARACTER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |