The Starved
W. H. Davies
1871 to 1940
Track 1
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Come, I must wake thee with a kiss,
My little Lamb, what is amiss?
If thy dear father lived, he'd drive
For Death would own a sleep like this.
You would not look as white as this.
If they could make milk rich and sweet.
No babe in all the land could show
That takes away thy milk from me,
And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive.
That takes thy milk so bold and free.
More rosy cheeks and louder crow.
If thou couldst live on love, I know
The wolf of Hunger, it is he
I'd swallow common rags for meat—
Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great
If there was milk in mother's kiss,
And I have much to do for thee.
My little Lamb, what is amiss?
Thy father's dead, Alas for thee:
I cannot keep this wolf from me,
Away this beast with whom I strive,
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