Between long rows of figures lurk Pictures of little girls at work; And how poor women fade away Page after page the margins say. And in a note once in a while I see death freeze a baby's smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY |