The Knight is away in the merry greenwood, Where he hunts the wild rabbit and roe: He is fleet in the chase as the late Robin Hood-- He is fleeter in quest of the foe. The nurse is at home in the castle, and sings To the babe that she rocks at her breast: She is crooning of love and of manifold things, And is bidding the little one rest. "Oh slumber, my darling! Oh slumber space! For thy father will shortly be here; And the skin of some rabbit that falls in the chase Shall be thine for a tippet, my dear." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |