(Domine, cui sunt Pleiades curae) Father, who keepest The stars in Thy care, Me, too, Thy little one, Childish in prayer, Keep, as Thou keepest The soft night through, Thy long, white lilies Asleep in Thy dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON SONGS OF TRAVEL: 16 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE DAWN PATROL by PAUL BEWSHER |