The Little Boy Lost

"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost."
The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

About Robert Browning

English poet and playwright best known for his dramatic monologues. Married to fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

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