If I could clasp my little babe
Upon my breast to-night,
I would not mind the blowing wind
That shrieketh in affright.
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Lamenting of a mother on loss of her baby has been narrated in a superb manner. Though dipped in pain the poem is captivating. Thanks for sharing it here.
yo!!! I feel like dying for this poem. I love this ssssso much
Upon my breast to-night! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Touching every heart poem. Worn out, I sleep; I wake - I weep - I sleep - hush, hush, my dear; Pitiful mother!
Oh, Wounderfull, beautifully nareted The pain that makes a mother toss Through sleepless nights of woe.
My poor heart. So sad. No person could mourn like how a mother mourns over a lost child. Beautiful.
Absolutely captivating! Beautiful