AS a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. My sleeping baby hangs upon my life, Like a burden she hangs on me. She has always seemed so light, But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain Even her floating hair sinks heavily, Reaching downwards; As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee Are a heaviness, and a weariness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 4, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |