IN sunny girlhood's vernal life She caused no small sensation, But now the modest English wife To others leaves flirtation. She's young still, lovely, debonair, Although sometimes her features Are clouded by a thought of care For those two tiny creatures. Each tiny, toddling, mottled mite Asserts with voice emphatic, In lisping accents, "Mite is right," -- Their rule is autocratic: The song becomes, that charm'd mankind, Their musical narcotic, And baby lips than Love, she'll find, Are even more despotic. Soft lullaby when singing there, And castles ever building, Their destiny she'll carve in air, Bright with maternal gilding: Young Guy, a clever advocate, So eloquent and able! A powder'd wig upon his pate, A coronet for Mabel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: PROSPICENCE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS GOB-NY-USHTEY (WATER'S MOUTH) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS by ROBERT BROWNING A DIALOGUE ABOUT COMPELLING A PERSON TO TAKE OATHS TO THE GOVERNMENT by JOHN BYROM |