A Mother to her Sick Child
| A Mother to her Sick Child
written by William Henry Davies
|From "Child Lovers", (1916)||Link to further information|
Thou canst not understand my words,
No love for me was meant;
The smile that lately crossed thy face
Was but an accident.
The music's thine, but mine the tears
That make thy lullaby;
To-day I'll rock thee into sleep,
To-morrow thou must die.
And when our babies sleep their last,
Like agèd dames or men,
They need nor mother's lullaby,
Nor any rocking then.
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