Child Lover
Drunk or sober Uncle Jim / Played the boy;
Drunk or sober Uncle Jim / Played the boy;
I am a kind word uttered and repeated / By the voice of Nature;
Pity would be no more / If we did not make somebody poor,
He'd have given me rolling lands, / Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Tell all my mourners / To mourn in red --
A light exists in spring / Not present on the year
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear / Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
After the supper and talk--after the day is done, / As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,
TOMB of a millionaire, / A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen,
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, / My tears like vinegar,
Oh, mercifullest one of all, / Oh, generous as dear,
I felt a funeral in my brain, / And mourners, to and fro,
i / My mother groan'd, my father wept;
BEAUTY crowds me till I die, / Beauty, mercy have on me!
Now dreams / Are not available
Just lost when I was saved! / Just felt the world go by!
If I may have it when it's dead / I will contented be;
Awake, awake, my little boy! / Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Calm is the morn without a sound, / ; ; ; ;Calm as to suit a calmer grief,