Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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XXVIII. TO A CHILD.
Pout not, my little Rose, but take
With dimpled fingers, cool and soft,
This posy, when thou art awake . .
Mama has worn my posies oft:
With dimpled fingers, cool and soft,
This posy, when thou art awake . .
Mama has worn my posies oft:
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This is the first I offer thee,
Sweet baby! many more shall rise
From trembling hand, from bended knee,
Mid hopes and fears, mid doubts and sighs.
Sweet baby! many more shall rise
From trembling hand, from bended knee,
Mid hopes and fears, mid doubts and sighs.
Before that hour my eyes will close;
But grant me, Heaven, this one desire . .
In mercy! may my little Rose
Never be grafted on a briar.
But grant me, Heaven, this one desire . .
In mercy! may my little Rose
Never be grafted on a briar.
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