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Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner


Her First-Born


IT was her first sweet child, her heart’s delight;
  And though we all foresaw his early doom,
We kept the fearful secret out of sight;
  We saw the canker, but she kissed the bloom.
And yet it might not be: we could not brook
  To vex her happy heart with vague alarms,
To blanch with fear her fond intrepid look,
  Or send a thrill through those encircling arms.
She smiled upon him, waking or at rest;
  She could not dream her little child would die;
  She tossed him fondly with an upward eye;
    She seemed as buoyant as a summer spray
That dances with a blossom on its breast,
    Nor knows how soon it will be borne away.



Charles Tennyson Turner


Charles Tennyson Turner's other poems:
  1. Calvus to a Fly
  2. Prefatory
  3. Loss and Restoration of Smell
  4. Missing the Meteors
  5. The Half-Rainbow


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