AS a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. My sleeping baby hangs upon my life, Like a burden she hangs on me. She has always seemed so light, But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain Even her floating hair sinks heavily, Reaching downwards; As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee Are a heaviness, and a weariness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |