Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BABIE, by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN Poet's Biography First Line: Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes Last Line: Our babie straight frae heaven. Subject(s): Babies; Children; Infants; Childhood | ||||||||
NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes, Nae stockin' on her feet; Her supple ankles white as snaw, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress o' sprinkled pink, Her double, dimplit chin, Her puckered lips an' baumy mou'. With na ane tooth within Her een sae like her mither's een, Twa gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face, We 're glad she has nae wings. She is the buddin' o' our luve, A giftie God gied us: We maun na luve the gift owre weel, 'T wad be nae blessing thus. We still maun lo'e the Giver mair An' see Him in the given; An' sae she'll lead us up to him. Our babie straight frae Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE AT A FAREWELL by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN |
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