Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW LAMBS, by AGNES ITA HANRAHAN First Line: I shut thon windies, sure Last Line: Dream-childer comes wid sleep! Subject(s): Children; Lambs; Childhood | ||||||||
I shut thon windies, sure, That's openin' wide the day; I strived to whisht the bleatin' lambs Down by fernenst the brae! I stole an' closed the door; I latched the windies tight; The bleatin' av the lambs was on me God's new wee lambs thon night! Ay, troth, I took the road, I faced my way to town; To-day I'm thankin' God there's lambs, An' heartsome sheep aroun'! Bewhiles I dream av fields Wide fields, an' slow, glad sheep; When bleatin' av wee lambs is on me, Dream-childer comes wid sleep! | 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 BRAUGHAN by AGNES ITA HANRAHAN |
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