Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEREAVED, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY



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First Line: Let me come in where you sit weeping
Last Line: Who have no child to die.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Mourning; Death - Babies; Bereavement


LET me come in where you sit weeping, -- ay,
Let me, who have not any child to die,
Weep with you for the little one whose love
I have known nothing of.

The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed
Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used
To kiss. -- Such arms -- such hands I never knew.
May I not weep with you?

Fain would I be of service -- say some thing,
Between the tears, that would be comforting, --
But ah! so sadder than yourselves am I,
Who have no child to die.





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