Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
World LullabyFrances Shaw
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I’ve left behind today—
I would na mither it for a’
The red jew’ls of Cathay!
And skirted for the sea—
That cryin’ baby of a World,
It shan’t come botherin’ me!
What ye’re a-cryin’ for—
A-wailin’ and a-scrappin’,
And a-callin’ of it “War.”
And skirted for the sea
To get a slice o’ God’s Peace
And bring it home with me.
……..
There’s somethin’ tuggin’ at my skirt
Whichiver way I wind,
And somethin’ cryin’ in my ear
That won’t be left behind.
I was foolin’ of ye quite:
Yer mither’s comin’ back to ye
To tuck ye in this night.