Poem by Christopher Morley

Six Weeks Old

He is so small, he does not know
The summer sun, the winter snow;
The spring that ebbs and comes again,
All this is far beyond his ken.

A little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees;
He hides his face against her breast,
And does not care to learn the rest. 

1. To a Grandmother
2. Pedometer
3. Ars Dura
4. Washing the Dishes
5. A Handful of Sonnets

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