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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S SONG, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "don't grow old too fast, my sweet" Last Line: "but now, sweet, slumber here!" | |||
Don't grow old too fast, my sweet! Stay a little while In this pleasant baby-land, Sunned by mother's smile. Grasp not with thy dimpled hands At the world outside; They are still too rosy soft, Life too cold and wide. Be not wistful, sweet blue eyes! Find your rest in mine, Which through life shall watchful be To keep all tears from thine. Be not restless, little feet! Lie within my hand; Far too round these tiny soles Yet to try to stand. For a while be mine alone, So helpless and so dear; By-and-by thou must go forth. But now, sweet, slumber here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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