The Starved
My little Lamb, what is amiss? If there was milk in mother's kiss, You would not look as white as this. The wolf of Hunger, it is he That takes away thy milk from me, And I have much to do for thee. If thou couldst live on love, I know No babe in all the land could show More rosy cheeks and louder crow. Thy father's dead, Alas for thee: I cannot keep this wolf from me, That takes thy milk so bold and free. If thy dear father lived, he'd drive Away this beast with whom I strive, And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive. Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great I'd swallow common rags for meat, If they could make milk rich and sweet. My little Lamb, what is amiss? Come, I must wake thee with a kiss, For Death would own a sleep like this.
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"My little Lamb, what is amiss?..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Davies delivers a powerful performance in "The Starved"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...