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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou canst not understand my words Last Line: Nor any rocking then. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Mothers; Sickness; Illness | |||
Thou canst not understand my words No love for me was meant: The smile that lately crossed thy face Was but an accident. The music's thine, but mine the tears That make thy lullaby; To-day I'll rock thee into sleep, To-morrow thou must die. And when our babies sleep their last, Like aged dames or men, They need not mother's lullaby, Nor any rocking then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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