English Poetry. Charles Tennyson Turner. Her First-Born. Чарльз Теннисон Тернер.

Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)

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’s other poems:

1. Letty’s Globe
2. The Buoy-Bell
3. The Lattice at Sunrise
4. The Lion’s Skeleton
5. The Rookery

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