Bryan Waller Procter (Брайан Уоллер Проктер)

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. 

1. Is My Lover on the Sea
2. The Poet's Song to His Wife
3. A Poet’s Thought
4. The Hunter’s Song
5. Golden-Tressed Adelaide

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