MAMMA, at night, puts out my light, And leaves me in my bed; Then dreadful things with peaked wings, Go sailing round my head. I can espy a horrid eye That looks right through the sheet. Mamma tells me I only see The lamp upon the street. She says that guardian angels fair, With little children stay; But, when her step dies on the stair, I hear them go away. So, if God means to be good To little children in the night, I wish He'd leave of course He could My own mamma and light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND LOUSE HUNTING by ISAAC ROSENBERG EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |