Poems by Themes Х
Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems
Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
[Lines to the sweetest little girl in the world.] Sitting and watching the fire-light fall In fitful gleams, on floor, and wall, I think of the fairest of baby-girls, With bright blue eyes, and sunny curls, With two round cheeks, and a dimpled hand-- The sweetest baby in all the land. I think of her thousand coaxing arts, That won her place in my heart of hearts; And how at twilight, the baby's hour-- A winsome queen, she ruled in power; And laid on my shoulder her head of gold And named the stories she wanted told. "Goosey Loosey," "Cat and Mouse," "London Bridge," and "Jack and his House," "Peter's Pig," and "the Foolish Frog," "The Mooley Cow," and "the Poly-wog." And when these were told, as many more, Till I needs must add, to my ample atore. I can think how the bright little eyes would glow At the tale of the kid that was made to go. How they filled with tears, when Old Mother Hubbard Opened the door on an empty cupboard. How they sparkled with glee, and glowed with fun When she heard how the wasp made the hornet run. Over and over the winsome elf Would plead for the stories she knew herself; She would sigh o'er the fate of poor Hen-Pen Who foolishly hid in the Fox's den, And grieve o'er the poor little mouse that was drowned Before his "great long tail" was found. And sitting alone in the fire-light's glow, And thinking about it, all I know That not on the earth, in any place, Is there such another winsome face-- Is there another, so sweet and wise, As baby Eva--beneath the skies.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
English Poetry. E-mail email@example.com