Poems in Two Volumes, Volume 2 by William Wordsworth
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For sake of a young Child whose home was there.
Once did I see her clasp the Child about, And take it to herself; and I, next day, 10 Wish'd in my native tongue to fashion out Such things as she unto this Child might say: And thus, from what I knew, had heard, and guess'd, My song the workings of her heart express'd. "Dear Babe, thou Daughter of another, One moment let me be thy Mother! An Infant's face and looks are thine; And sure a Mother's heart is mine: Thy own dear Mother's far away, At labour in the harvest-field: 20 Thy little Sister is at play;-- What warmth, what comfort would it yield To my poor heart, if Thou wouldst be One little hour a child to me!" "Across the waters I am come, And I have left a Babe at home: A long, long way of land and sea! Come to me--I'm no enemy: I am the same who at thy side Sate yesterday, and made a nest 30 For thee, sweet Baby!--thou hast tried. Thou know'st, the pillow of my breast: Good, good art thou; alas! to me Far more than I can be to thee." |
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