Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Mother And Child - Poem by Eugene Field

One night a tiny dewdrop fell
Into the bosom of a rose,--
"Dear little one, I love thee well,
Be ever here thy sweet repose!"

Seeing the rose with love bedight,
The envious sky frowned dark, and then
Sent forth a messenger of light
And caught the dewdrop up again.

"Oh, give me back my heavenly child,--
My love!" the rose in anguish cried;
Alas! the sky triumphant smiled,
And so the flower, heart-broken, died.


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  • Raj Swami (6/12/2018 12:05:00 PM)


    Wow it's awesome poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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