GIVE me the baby to hold, my dear -- To hold and hug, and to love and kiss. Ah! he will come to me, never a fear -- Come to the nest of a breast like this, As warm for him as his face with cheer. Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Trustfully yield him to my caress. "Bother," you say? What! "a bother" to @3me?@1 -- To fill up my soul with such happiness As the love of a baby that laughs to be Snuggled away where my heart can hear! Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Ah, but his hands are grimed, you say, And would soil my laces and clutch my hair. -- Well, what would pleasure me more, I pray, Than the touch and tug of the wee hands there? -- The wee hands there, and the warm face here -- Give me the baby to hold, my dear! Give me the baby! (Oh, won't you see? . . . Somewhere, out where the green of the lawn Is turning to gray, and the maple tree Is weeping its leaves of gold upon A little mound, with a dead rose near. . . .) Give me the baby to hold, my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS TO HARTLEY COLERIDGE; SIX YEARS OLD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OUT FROM A DREAM by ELLA ALLISON INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SONG OF DAWN AT DUSK by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE POET'S TEAR by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |