NURSERY RHYMES. A BABY'S FEET. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINburne. A BABY'S feet, like sea-shells pink, Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat No flower-bells that expand and shrink A BABY'S HANDS. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBurne. A BABY'S hands, like rosebuds furled, Ope if you touch, though close upcurled,— Then, even as warriors grip their brands When battle's bolt is hurled, They close, clenched hard like tightening bands. No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled NAE SHOON. ANONYMOUS. NAE shoon to hide her tiny tae, Her simple dress of sprinkled pink, Her puckered lips and balmy mou', Her e'en sae like her mither's e'en, She is the budding of our love, INFANT JOY. WILLIAM BLAKE. "I HAVE no name, I am but two days old." Joy is my name." Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old! Sweet joy I call thee. Thou dost smile, I sing the while. A CHILL. CHRISTINA G. ROSETTI. WHAT can lambkins do All the keen night through? Nestle by their woolly mother, The careful ewe. What can nestlings do In the nightly dew? Sleep beneath their mother's wing, Till day breaks anew. |