Baby, baby fair, Love is fain to dare Bless your haughtiest air. Baby blithe and bland, Reach but forth a hand None may dare withstand; Love, though wellnigh cowed, Yet would praise aloud Pride so sweetly proud. No! the fitting word Even from breeze or bird Never yet was heard | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) ASOLANDO: ARCADES AMBO by ROBERT BROWNING THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |