Barry Cornwall (21 November 1787 – 5 October 1874 / Leeds, England)
The New-born Baby's Song
When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.
For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.
Barry Cornwall's Other Poems
- A Petition To Time
- A Poet’s Thought
- Golden-Tressed Adelaide
- In France
- King Death
- Peace! What Do Tears Avail?
- Serenade (Inesilla! I am here...)
- Sit Down, Sad Soul
- Song (Here's a health to thee, Mary...)
- The Blood Horse
- The Hunter’s Song
- The New-born Baby's Song
- The Old Witch in the Copse
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.