WHEN little Elizabeth whispers Her morning-love to me, Each word of the little lisper's, As she clambers on my knee -- Hugs me and whispers, "Mommy, Oh, I'm so glad it's day And the night's all gone away!" How it does thrill and awe me, -- "The night's all gone away!" "Sometimes I wake, all listenin'," She sighs, "and all's so still! -- The moon and the stars half-glistenin' Over the window-sill: -- And I look where the gas's pale light Is all turned down in the hall -- And you ain't here at all! -- And oh, how I wish it was daylight! -- And you ain't here at all! "And oh," she goes eerily whining And laughing, too, as she speaks, "If only the sun kept shining For weeks and weeks and weeks! -- For the world's so dark, without you, And the moon's turned down so low -- 'Way in the night, you know, -- And I get so lonesome about you! -- 'Way in the night, you know!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR |