Toutouie la, la, my little child, Toutouie la, la. Your mother is here, my little child, To rock you softly, little dear. Your mother is here, my little lamb, She will sing you a little song. The other day she wept sorely; Now she smiles, the little mother. Toutouie la, la, my little bird, In the sweet breath of thy rose tree. To fly to heaven, my little angel, Do not spread your little wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY by MARK AKENSIDE CELESTIAL HEIGHTS by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |