The Hollow Men
Annabel Lee
Enigma
The Lady Danced
My Little Girl
Original Poetry
Original Stories
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My Little Girl
by Samuel Minturn Peck
My little girl is nested
Within her tiny bed,
With amber ringlets crested
Around her dainty head;
She lies so calm and stilly,
She breathes so soft and low,
Half-hidden in the snow.
A weary little mortal
Has gone to slumber land;
The pixies at the portal
Have caught her by the hand.
She dreams her broken dolly
Will soon be mended there,
That looks so melancholy
Upon the rocking chair.
I kiss your wayward tresses,
My drowsy little queen;
I know you have caresses
From floating forms unseen.
O, angels let me keep her
To kiss away my cares,
This darling little sleeper,
Who has my love and prayers!