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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BYLO LAND, by ANONYMOUS First Line: When out of the west long shadows creep Last Line: Or meet the angels that talk with thee | |||
When out of the West long shadows creep, And the stars peep out, a shining band, Our baby--weary of fun and play-- Goes out thro' the gates to Bylo Land. O which is the road to Bylo Land? By the way of Grandpa's easy chair, Or, better, by mother's loving arms, With kisses pressed on the shining hair? She nestles down with a weary sigh, While the lashes touch the rounded cheek; With her arms clasped close 'round mother's neck, Who kisses the love she cannot speak. A wonderful land is Bylo Land, To judge by the smiles on baby's face; The angels must surely weave her dreams, And lend to her of their winsome grace. O baby, we envy thy sunny lot, For we that are older seldom see The flowery path to Bylo Land, Or meet the angels that talk with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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