Mother and sphinx
By Eugene Field (EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white-- A ghostly shadow in ghostly light, Peering and moaning it stands. "Oh, is it the king that rides... Continue reading
Mother and sphinx
Mother and child
By Eugene Field One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,-- "Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever here thy sweet repose!" Seeing the rose with love bedight, The envious sky frowned dark, and then Sent forth a messenger... Continue reading
Mother and child
Child and mother
By Eugene Field O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land,-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and... Continue reading
Child and mother