MY little child, how can you stand And fondle me and show no fears, Nor cease your undertone of song? You do not guess a ghostly hand Was stretched across the gulf of years And held these fingers all night long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION SEASHORE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES |