Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/Two Babies in Bed
TWO BABIES IN BED.[LITTLE GUY'S ANSWER.]
"Think of the baby at home," I said;
"How pretty he is to kiss.
It is white and warm in his little bed,
It is dark and cold in this."
"How pretty he is to kiss.
It is white and warm in his little bed,
It is dark and cold in this."
He laughed and said, with his hand in the dew
Of the sweet small grave close by,
Where the grass of the lonesomest summer grew:
"This Baby does not cry."
Of the sweet small grave close by,
Where the grass of the lonesomest summer grew:
"This Baby does not cry."