Mammy rocks the baby In the wallflower-colored gloom; All the floor rocks with her, And the slumber of the room. Like the broad, unceasing trade-wind, Like the rivers underground, Rolls the universal rhythm And the rich, primeval sound: @3All de lill' angels, All de baby's angels, Swingin' on de tree; Forty-one lill' angel', Fifty-two lill' angel', Sixty-fo' lill' angel', Sebbenty-t'ree. . . .@1 On the glory of the sundown, Of the wallflower-colored skies, I can see her vast Assumption In a cloud of Cherubs' eyes. With their gold-persimmon haloes Where the ripest sunlight falls, And the cherub-tree's espaliered On the winking crystal walls. @3Little yaller angels, Piccaninny angels, Chuckle on the tree. Forty-one lill' angel', Fifty-two lill' angel', Sixty-fo' lill' angel', Se . . . ebbenty-t'ree. . . .@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES THE PLANTING by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY LINES WITH A WEDDING PRESENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH EPISTLE FROM ONE ABSENT EDITOR TO ANOTHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |