Hail, blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace, Blest above all that sprang from human race; Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one, A blessed Saviour, and a blessed son: Oh! what a ravishment 't had been to see Thy little Saviour perking on thy knee! To see him nuzzle in thy virgin breast, His milk-white body all unclad, undressed! To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap His spradling limbs in thy indulgent lap! To see his desperate eyes, with childish grace, Smiling upon his smiling mother's face! And, when his forward strength began to bloom, To see him diddle up and down the room! O, who would think so sweet a babe as this, Should e'er be slain by a false-hearted kiss! Had I a rag, if sure thy body wore it, Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it: Till then, O grant this boon (a boon far dearer), The weed not being, I may adore the wearer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES RISUS DEI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FORLORN, MY LOVE by ROBERT BURNS SEND FORTH THE VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CHILD ON THE JUDGMENT SEAT by ELIZABETH RUNDELL CHARLES WRITTEN AFTER A WALK BEFORE SUPPER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |