COME, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear: Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last: Here's my finger, hold it fast: Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POET'S SPEAR by ARCHILOCHUS EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN DEANE, OF NEW COLLEGE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |