I wonder how the mother-Hour Can feed each hungry Minute, And see that every one of them Gets sixty seconds in it; And whether, when she goes abroad, She knows which ones attend her; For all of them are just alike In age and size and gender. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR |