 | Poems (1901) |  |
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BABY'S SONG
The very song the blackbird sung
When Love and all the world were young
My year-old baby sings,
Sweeter than anything with wings.
When Love and all the world were young
My year-old baby sings,
Sweeter than anything with wings.
A little song, with catch and trill
Made of few notes and little skill,
A song for dancing feet
Of babes and birds and all things sweet.
Made of few notes and little skill,
A song for dancing feet
Of babes and birds and all things sweet.
The baby dances as he sings
Sweeter than anything with wings,
And sways his golden head—
To the first song the blackbird made.
Sweeter than anything with wings,
And sways his golden head—
To the first song the blackbird made.
| Poems (1901) | |