MOTHER'S quite distracted, Sister's in despair; All the household is astir, Searching everywhere. Every nook must be explored, Every corner scanned -- Baby's lost the tiny ring From her little hand. Surely never such a babe Made a mother glad; Never such a dainty hand Any baby had! Smallest ring was ever made Off her finger slips; She should have a fairy's ring For such rosy tips. When she comes to womanhood, If she keeps so fair, She will surely wear the ring Maidens love to wear: And lest she should lose it then, (She'll be wise and deep) She will give to somebody Ring and hand to keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT DISCONTENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SAVANNAH by ALETHEA S. BURROUGHS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO THEOPHILUS HOWARD by THOMAS CAMPION |