Hush, my little round-faced daughter; thou art like the stormy sea. Daughter mine of finest amber, godmother sends sleep to thee. Fair thy name, and he who gave it was a gallant gentleman. Mirror of my soul, I marvel when thy loveliness I scan. Flame of love, be good. I love thee better far than life I love. Now my child sleeps. Mother Mary, look upon her from above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |