Melodies

by Harriet Monroe

Harriet Monroe

The patter of a baby's feet
Upon the floor,
His babble at the door-
Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet!
Blue sky, save me from tears!
Soft summer wind, stop up mine ears!
The patter of a baby's feet,
His chatter-oh, too tender sweet !





Last updated August 29, 2017