Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SICK CHILD, by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thy fevered arms around me Last Line: "oh! Not my will but thine." Subject(s): Children; Sickness; Childhood; Illness | ||||||||
THY fever'd arms around me, My little, suffering boy -- Tis better thus with thee to watch, Than share in fashion's joy. The pale nurse-lamp is waning Upon the shaded hearth, And dearer is its light to me Than the gay flambeau's mirth. I've lov'd the merry viol That spurs the dancer's heel, And those soft tremblings of the lute O'er summer's eve that steal; But when hath richest music Been to my soul so dear, As that half-broken sob of thine Which tells that sleep is near? I knew not half how precious The cup of life might be, Till o'er thy cradle bed I knelt, And learn'd to dream of thee; Till at the midnight hour I found Thy head upon my arm, And saw thy full eye fix'd on mine, A strong, mysterious charm; Till at thy first faint lisping That tear of rapture stole, Which ever as a pearl had slept Deep in the secret soul. A coffin small, and funeral, With all their sad array, Gleam as my broken slumbers fleet On sable wing away. Rouse, rouse me, ere such visions My heated brain can sear, For still my baby's heavy knell Comes booming o'er my ear. Cling closer, round my bosom Thy feeble arms entwine, And while the life-throb stirs thy heart, Be as a part of mine. That start, that cry, that struggle! My God -- I am but clay, Have pity on a bruised reed, Give thy compassions way; Send forth thy strength to gird me, Impart a power divine, To wring out sorrow's dregs, and say "Oh! not my will but thine." | 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 COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY |
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