Baby, baby kind, Though no word we find Bear us yet in mind. Half a little hour, Baby bright in bower, Keep this thought aflower -- Love it is, I see, Here with heart and knee Bows and worships me. what can baby do, Then, for love so true? -- Let it worship you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD ACROSS THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) GREASING BOOTS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A LIKENESS (PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME) by WILLA SIBERT CATHER |