The Starved
W. H. Davies
1871 to 1940
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I'd swallow common rags for meat—
Ah, my poor babe, my love's so great
You would not look as white as this.
My little Lamb, what is amiss?
Thy father's dead, Alas for thee:
The wolf of Hunger, it is he
No babe in all the land could show
If there was milk in mother's kiss,
I cannot keep this wolf from me,
More rosy cheeks and louder crow.
If they could make milk rich and sweet.
That takes thy milk so bold and free.
If thou couldst live on love, I know
For Death would own a sleep like this.
My little Lamb, what is amiss?
And I have much to do for thee.
Away this beast with whom I strive,
Come, I must wake thee with a kiss,
That takes away thy milk from me,
And thou, my pretty Lamb, wouldst thrive.
If thy dear father lived, he'd drive