COME, see my little baby-girl -- a toddling, winsome thing, With yellow hair in golden curl, and eyes as bright as Spring! Two little arms, so white and neat, that fold around my neck, And make me laugh at Wizard Fate of little Jessie's sake. Her rosy lips -- a scarlet thread -- unclose, and lo! I see Two pearly teeth shine through the red as white as white can be! Her tiny -- plump -- wee -- fairy feet, encased in slippers blue, Make music to my ear more sweet than words can ever do. Oh, rapture rare! her lisping words lift me above my woe; Oh! music sweeter far than birds from her quaint prattlings flow. Come, see her in her snowy frock, and curls of sunny light, As she her baby-doll doth rock -- my little angel bright! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES PREPARATIONS FOR VICTORY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO A FRIEND IN THE NAVY, SICK AT HOME by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |