Heaven is a fine place, a fine place entirely, Oh, like Killarney in rose-time 'twill be, With Mary in a blue gown flowered like the meadow, And little Christ as like a rose As any rose you'd see. Himself is high upon a throne, but Herself sits a-rocking In a low rocking-chair, her Babe on her knee. Sure, now he'd go to sleep at once, and Herself a-crooning, And not lie with his eyes wide The way you'd treat me! Now fasten down your eyelids and get you gone a-sleeping, And in a little heartbeat in Heaven you'll be. And when I've bowed to Himself, and made Herself a curtsey. And kissed the little rose o' Heaven, Come back along to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MARY AND GABRIEL by RUPERT BROOKE THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON |