WHEN weenty-teenty Baby woke, It seemed all summer blossoms broke In fragrant laughter -- that the birds, Instead of warbles, sang in words! -- Oh, it did seem to us (who, in Our rapture, dappled cheek and chin With our warm kisses) to invoke Our love to break as morning broke! -- When wondrous Baby woke. When our enraptured Baby woke, -- As when on violets sink and soak The dewdrops of some glorious dawn, -- So seemed the eyes we gazed upon; And when they smiled, we, bending lower, Knew never sunlight any more Would be as bright to us -- and thus Forever must they shine for us! When Baby dewed her eyes and woke. When Baby danced her eyes and woke -- The hearts within us, stroke on stroke, Went throbbing like the pulse of some High harmony harp-strings might thrum In halls enchanted of the lore Or Arthur's court in days of yore, -- To us she was "a princess fair" -- An "Elfin Queen" -- "A ladye rare" -- And we but simple-minded folk -- When Baby woke, -- when Baby woke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST THE DORCHESTER GIANT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER |