HARK, 't is a mother singing to her child Those madrigals that used @3her@1 ears to greet, When she, an infant like that spring-flower sweet, Lent her charm'd ears to nurse, or mother mild, That sang those nursery stories strange and wild -- Of knights, of robbers, and of Fairy queens Dwelling in castles mid enchanted scenes -- The songs which plain antiquity beguiled. Or is her theme of him, her lord, whose bark Is ploughing, 'neath his guidance, Indian seas; Or far detain'd by polar skies, that freeze His glad return? She, tuneful as the lark That warbling soars, though Phoebus cease to smile, Lifts her soft voice, and sings, though sad the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |