The Knight is away in the merry greenwood, Where he hunts the wild rabbit and roe: He is fleet in the chase as the late Robin Hood-- He is fleeter in quest of the foe. The nurse is at home in the castle, and sings To the babe that she rocks at her breast: She is crooning of love and of manifold things, And is bidding the little one rest. "Oh slumber, my darling! Oh slumber space! For thy father will shortly be here; And the skin of some rabbit that falls in the chase Shall be thine for a tippet, my dear." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH |