My little Lamb, what is amiss? If there was milk in mother's kiss, You would not look as white as this. The wolf of Hunger, it is he That takes away thy milk from me, And I have much to do for thee. If thou couldst live on love, I know No babe in all the land could show More rosy cheeks and louder crow. Thy father's dead, Alas for thee: I cannot keep this wolf from me, That takes thy milk so bold and free. If thy dear father lived, he'd drive Away this beast with whom I strive, And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive. Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great I'd swallow common rags for meat -- If they could make milk rich and sweet. My little Lamb, what is amiss? Come, I must wake thee with a kiss, For Death would own a sleep like this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER THE HERETIC: 1. BLASPHEMY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER |