Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRADLE SONG, by MARIANNA GRISWOLD VAN RENSSELAER Poet Analysis First Line: How do we know / how the seasons go Last Line: And my arms are as warm as the mother-bird's breast. Alternate Author Name(s): Van Rensselaer, Mrs. Schuyler | ||||||||
How do we know How the seasons go? By white of the blossoms and white of the snow, By yellow of wheat And the hurrying beat On yellowing boughs of the rain-storm's feet. What is so bright In the midmost night? The moon with her banner of glittering light; And when she goes by, In the dark-blue sky, A million and one, the stars climb high. What of the rose When the night wind blows? She dreams little poems that nobody knows, And into the ear Of the lily-bud near She sings little melodies no one can hear. Slumber, my love, To the coo of the dove And the croon of the breeze in the branches above; Sleep till the sun His sleeping has done, And the stars run away from him one after one. Long not to be With the birds in the tree To swing with the wind--it is safer with me; Slumber is best In the nursery nest, And my arms are as warm as the mother-bird's breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOWER NEW YORK by MARIANNA GRISWOLD VAN RENSSELAER OF A BEAUTIFUL POEM (THREE VOICES) by MARIANNA GRISWOLD VAN RENSSELAER SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE METEMPSYCHOSIS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON A JUNIPER-TREE, CUT DOWN TO MAKE BUSKS by APHRA BEHN TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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