Have dark Egyptians stolen thee away, Oh Baby, Baby, in whose cot we peer As down some empty gulf that opens sheer And fathomless, illumined by no ray? And wilt thou come, on some far distant day, With unknown face, and say, "Behold! I'm here, The child you lost"; while we in sudden fear, Dumb with great doubt, shall find no word to say? One darker than dark gipsy holds thee fast; One whose strong fingers none has forced apart Since first they closed on things that were too fair; Nor shall we see thee other than thou wast, But such as thou art printed in the heart, In changeless baby loveliness still there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT THE LAPSE OF TIME by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO EVENING by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 10. TO ROBERT SOUTHEY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |