AT six o'clock in the evening, The time for lullabies, My son lay on my mother's lap With sleepy, sleepy eyes! (@3O drowsy little manny boy, With sleepy, sleepy eyes!@1) I heard her sing, and rock him, And the creak of the swaying chair, And the old dear cadence of the words Came softly down the stair. And all the years had vanished, All folly, greed, and stain -- The old, old song, the creaking chair, The dearest arms again! (@3O lucky little manny boy, To feel those arms again!@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |