A Fisherman's Baby Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Fisherman's Baby

Rating: 2.8


Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.


The shells and the pebbles, all day tossed about,
Are lulled into sleep by the tide ebbing out.
The tired shore slumbers, stretched out in the sand,
While the waves hurry off at mid-ocean's command.
Then hush, little darling; sleep, little darling;
Sleep, baby, rocked by thy mother's own hand.


The winds that have rollicked all day in the west
Are hushed into sleep on the calm evening's breast.
The boats that were out with the wild sea at play
Are now rocked to sleep in the arms of the bay.
Then rest, little baby; sleep, little baby;
Papa will come at the break of the day.


Sleep, little darling; too soon thou wilt be
A man like thy father, to sail o'er the sea.
Then sleep will not come at thy bidding or prayer,
For thou wilt be harassed by danger and care.
Then sleep, little darling; rest, little baby;
Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 29 June 2020

Whenever a poem about a mother and child is displayed to read, this is the poem I use as a yardstick comparison. You want beauty and sheer elegance, then look no further.

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* Sunprincess * 19 March 2014

.......beautiful imagery...you could see the mother placing the baby down gently to sleep...

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin
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