"Father, father, where are you going? O do not walk so fast. Speak father, speak to your little boy Or else I shall be lost." The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew. The mire was deep, & the child did weep, And away the vapour flew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |