GIVE me the baby to hold, my dear -- To hold and hug, and to love and kiss. Ah! he will come to me, never a fear -- Come to the nest of a breast like this, As warm for him as his face with cheer. Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Trustfully yield him to my caress. "Bother," you say? What! "a bother" to @3me?@1 -- To fill up my soul with such happiness As the love of a baby that laughs to be Snuggled away where my heart can hear! Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Ah, but his hands are grimed, you say, And would soil my laces and clutch my hair. -- Well, what would pleasure me more, I pray, Than the touch and tug of the wee hands there? -- The wee hands there, and the warm face here -- Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Give me the baby! (Oh, won't you see? . . . Somewhere, out where the green of the lawn Is turning to gray, and the maple tree Is weeping its leaves of gold upon A little mound, with a dead rose near. . . .) Give me the baby to hold, my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT MARSH MUSIC by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN THE UNKNOWN QUANTITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |