At Emmett's baby shower my book club members gifted me with this collection of poems. It's a lovely anthology, and basically the perfect gift for a new mommy with an English degree.
Sometimes in the middle of the night when I'm feeding Emmett I'll skim through and read a few poems. The other night I found what I believe is the William Wordsworth equivalent of this gem.
Here's the text:
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT
BY MY SISTER
THE days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,
Save thee, my pretty Love!
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one 'wee', hungry, nibbling mouse,
Then why so busy thou?
Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window pane bedropped with rain:
Then, little Darling! sleep again,
And wake when it is day.
And, just for the sake of a full and fair comparison, here's where you can listen to an audio version:
http://archive.org/details/cottager_toher_infant_1101_librivox
Well? What do you think? Am I right or am I hallucinating in the night?
Sometimes in the middle of the night when I'm feeding Emmett I'll skim through and read a few poems. The other night I found what I believe is the William Wordsworth equivalent of this gem.
Here's the text:
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT
BY MY SISTER
THE days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,
Save thee, my pretty Love!
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one 'wee', hungry, nibbling mouse,
Then why so busy thou?
Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window pane bedropped with rain:
Then, little Darling! sleep again,
And wake when it is day.
And, just for the sake of a full and fair comparison, here's where you can listen to an audio version:
http://archive.org/details/cottager_toher_infant_1101_librivox
Well? What do you think? Am I right or am I hallucinating in the night?