IN sunny girlhood's vernal life She caused no small sensation, But now the modest English wife To others leaves flirtation. She's young still, lovely, debonair, Although sometimes her features Are clouded by a thought of care For those two tiny creatures. Each tiny, toddling, mottled mite Asserts with voice emphatic, In lisping accents, "Mite is right," -- Their rule is autocratic: The song becomes, that charm'd mankind, Their musical narcotic, And baby lips than Love, she'll find, Are even more despotic. Soft lullaby when singing there, And castles ever building, Their destiny she'll carve in air, Bright with maternal gilding: Young Guy, a clever advocate, So eloquent and able! A powder'd wig upon his pate, A coronet for Mabel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER ON FRIENDS AND FOES by WILLIAM BLAKE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 30 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |