'T is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid "Goodnight; God bless Mamma, Papa, and dear ones all." Your half-shut eyes beneath your eyelids fall, Another minute, you will shut them quite. Yes, I will carry you, put out the light, And tuck you up, although you are so tall! What will you give me, sleepy one, and call My wages, if I settle you all right? I laid her golden curls upon my arm, I drew her little feet within my hand, Her rosy palms were joined in trustful bliss, Her heart next mine beat gently, soft and warm She nestled to me, and, by Love's command, Paid me my precious wages -- "Baby's Kiss." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL THE LAST MAN: RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DAWN MAGIC by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |