THE child was yours and none of mine, And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep. I carried it upon my breast, I fed it in a world apart, I wrapped my kisses round its rest, I rocked its cradle with my heart. When in mad nights of rain and storm You turned us homeless from your door, I wrapped it close, I kept it warm, And brought it safe to you once more. But the last time you drove us forth, The snow was wrapped about its head, That night the wind blew from the North, And on my heart the child was dead. The child is mine and none of yours, My life was his while he had breath, What of your claim to him endures, Who only gave him birth and death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |