Baby, baby fair, Love is fain to dare Bless your haughtiest air. Baby blithe and bland, Reach but forth a hand None may dare withstand; Love, though wellnigh cowed, Yet would praise aloud Pride so sweetly proud. No! the fitting word Even from breeze or bird Never yet was heard | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER BALLADE OF EGREGIOUSNESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |