Don't grow old too fast, my sweet! Stay a little while In this pleasant baby-land, Sunned by mother's smile. Grasp not with thy dimpled hands At the world outside; They are still too rosy soft, Life too cold and wide. Be not wistful, sweet blue eyes! Find your rest in mine, Which through life shall watchful be To keep all tears from thine. Be not restless, little feet! Lie within my hand; Far too round these tiny soles Yet to try to stand. For a while be mine alone, So helpless and so dear; By-and-by thou must go forth. But now, sweet, slumber here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |