Foliage: Various Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> THE STARVED </h2> <p>My little Lamb, what is amiss?<br/> If there was milk in mother's kiss,<br/> You would not look as white as this.<br/> <br/> The wolf of Hunger, it is he<br/> That takes away thy milk from me,<br/> And I have much to do for thee.<br/> <br/> If thou couldst live on love, I know<br/> No babe in all the land could show<br/> More rosy cheeks and louder crow.<br/> <br/> Thy father's dead, Alas for thee:<br/> I cannot keep this wolf from me,<br/> That takes thy milk so bold and free.<br/> <br/> If thy dear father lived, he'd drive<br/> Away this beast with whom I strive,<br/> And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive.<br/> <br/> Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great<br/> I'd swallow common rags for meat&mdash;<br/> If they could make milk rich and sweet.<br/> <br/> My little Lamb, what is amiss?<br/> Come, I must wake thee with a kiss,<br/> For Death would own a sleep like this.<br/></p> <p><br/><br/></p> <hr /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />