Eliza Cook

(24 December 1818 – 23 September 1889 / London Road / Southwark / England)

Eliza Cook Quotes

    The Sea-Child

    HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink
    Where every eye but his own would shrink;
    No music he hears but the billow’s noise,
    And shells and weeds are his only toys.
    No lullaby can the mother find
    To sing him to rest like the moaning wind;
    And the louder it wails and the fiercer it sweeps,
    The deeper he breathes and the sounder he sleeps.