 | The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne |  |
VI
[Baby, baby kind]
Baby, baby kind,
Though no word we find,
Bear us yet in mind.
Though no word we find,
Bear us yet in mind.
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Half a little hour,
Baby bright in bower,
Keep this thought aflower—
Baby bright in bower,
Keep this thought aflower—
Love it is, I see,
Here with heart and knee
Bows and worships me.
Here with heart and knee
Bows and worships me.
What can baby do,
Then, for love so true?—
Let it worship you.
Then, for love so true?—
Let it worship you.
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