Santa Maria! cover the child, Santa Sophia! sing him asleep! Walk him about if the day is mild, And give him at Nature's face a peep. Let him see how the trees are in bloom, And hear how nightingales trill their lay; Then bring him back to his father's room. Or else we shall have the devil to pay. For soon his mother would rush in tears; The carelessness of a single hour Become the seed of wretched years, And she be sick, and her milk be sour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |