<h2><SPAN name="page89"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>TO ANOTHER WOMAN’S BABY</h2>
<p class="poetry">I list your prattle, baby boy,<br/>
And hear your pattering feet<br/>
With feelings more of pain than joy<br/>
And thoughts of bitter-sweet.</p>
<p class="poetry">While touching your soft hands in play<br/>
Such passionate longings rise<br/>
For my wee boy who strayed away<br/>
So soon to Paradise.</p>
<p class="poetry">You win me with your infant art;<br/>
But when our play is o’er,<br/>
The empty cradle in my heart<br/>
Seems lonelier than before.</p>
<p class="poetry">Sweet baby boy, you do not guess<br/>
How oft mine eyes are dim,<br/>
Or that my lingering caress<br/>
Is sometimes meant for <i>him</i>.</p>
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