A CUNNING mite in robes of white, All lace embroidered o'er; With tiny feet, so dimpled sweet, That never press the floor; With wreathèd smiles and baby wiles, With mischief brimming o'er— "Ah no, ah no, it is not so, I sadly fear you do not know My baby." He pulls your hair nor does he care How much the pain may be, He waves his hands like fairy wands And jumps and crows with glee. He loudly weeps, then gently sleeps, Upon his mother's knee— "Ah no, ah no, why vex me so? You surely, surely do not know My baby." A sailor brave who rules the wave, Nor fears the ocean's roar, He's kind and true with eyes of blue That twinkle evermore. He loves his home though he may roam Upon a distant shore— "Ah yes, ah yes, come now, confess, Unless you knew how could you guess My baby? "Though winds may tan this bearded man, And time may furrows plow; Though life's rude shocks bring silver locks To crown his noble brow; Though years may go and come, I know He'll still remain as now On land or sea he'll ever be, From time until eternity, My baby." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ON LOYALTY IN THE CAVALIERS by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) OBSERVATIONS ON A FEW VERSES OF HORACE by JOHN BYROM HYMN 5. THE BLINDING OF TIRESIAS by CALLIMACHUS GO, PLOUGHMAN, PLOUGH by JOSEPH CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MEANING OF IT ALL by EDWARD CARPENTER TO MISS AURELIA C---R; ON HER WEEPING AT HER SISTER'S WEDDING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) |