SELL him! though snuggled at his mother's breast. Sell him! why should I rear the little pest? Snub-nosed, half-fledged, and, scratching all the while he weeps the better to display his smile. How can I rear a lynx-eyed chatterbox, whose venom at his mother's guidance mocks? The thing's a monster. Find a pedlar! Maybe one leaving town at once will buy this baby! But look! love pleads, he weeps. Nay! cease I tell you! Stay with Zenophila and I'll not sell you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 5 by ALFRED TENNYSON MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD UNCHANGING by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT |