Baby, baby kind, Though no word we find Bear us yet in mind. Half a little hour, Baby bright in bower, Keep this thought aflower -- Love it is, I see, Here with heart and knee Bows and worships me. what can baby do, Then, for love so true? -- Let it worship you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON AN OLD SONG by SOLOMON BLOOMGARDEN AT THE MERMAID by ROBERT BROWNING STANZAS ON THE THREATENED INVASION, 1803 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |