NOTHIN' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, giner'ly has their way! Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me -- Yit here I am and here you air! and yer mother -- where is she? You look lots like yer mother: purty much same in size; And about the same complected; and favor about the eyes: Like her, too, about livin' here, because @3she@1 couldn't stay; It'll 'most seem like you was dead like her! -- but I hain't got nothin' to say! She left you her little Bible -- writ yer name acrost the page -- And left her ear-bobs fer you, ef ever you come of age; I've alluz kep' 'em and gyuarded 'em, but ef yer goin' away -- Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! You don't rickollect her, I reckon? No: you wasn't a year old then! And now yer -- how old @3air@1 you? W'y, child, not @3"twenty"!@1 When? And yer nex' birthday's in Aprile? and you want to git married that day? I wisht yer mother was livin'! -- but I hain't got nothin' to say! Twenty year! and as good a gyrl as parent ever found! There's a straw ketched on to yer dress there -- I'll bresh it off -- turn round. (Her mother was jes' twenty when us two run away.) Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LE MEDECIN MALGRE LUI by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OF A CONTENTED MIND [OR, SPIRIT] by THOMAS VAUX MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AB ASTRIS by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THE MOABITESS by PHILLIPS BROOKS SOUNDS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |