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TO A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Poet Analysis

First Line: POUT NOT, MY LITTLE ROSE, BUT TAKE
Last Line: NEVER BE GRAFTED ON A BRIAR.
Subject(s): CHILDREN; CHILDHOOD;
Pout not, my little Rose, but take
With dimpled fingers, cool and soft,
This posy, when thou art awake ..
Mama has worn my posies oft:

This is the first I offer thee,
Sweet baby! many more shall rise
From trembling hand, from bended knee,
Mid hopes and fears, mid doubts and sighs.

Before that hour my eyes will close;
But grant me, Heaven, this one desire ..
In mercy! may my little Rose
Never be grafted on a briar.



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