WHEN the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and sigh. She was crazed, we knew, and we Humoured her infirmity. When the daughters and the sons Gathered them to wed, And we like-intending ones Danced till dawn was red, She would rock and mutter, 'More Comers to this stony shore!' When old Headsman Death laid hands On a babe or twain, She would feast, and by her brands Sing her songs again. What she liked we let her do, Judy was insane, we knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE LOVE'S APOTHEOSIS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN SONG OF OWL'S HEAD by NORMAN WILLIAMS BINGHAM ON THE GREAT ENCOURAGEMENT GIVEN BY ENGLISH NOBILITY & GENTRY by WILLIAM BLAKE |