Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Unto thy little Saviour; And tell Him, by that bud now blown, He is the Rose of Sharon known. When thou hast said so, stick it there Upon His bib, or stomacher; And tell Him, for good handsel too, That thou hast brought a whistle new, Made of a clean straight oaten reed, To charm his cries at time of need. Tell Him, for coral thou hast none, But if thou hadst, He should have one; But poor thou art, and known to be Even as moneyless as He. Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss From those mellifluous lips of His, Then never take a second on, To spoil the first impression. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |