
The poem tells the story of a mother's grief over the death of her infant child. The speaker describes the baby's beauty and innocence, and how its death has left a void in the mother's life. The poem explores themes of love, loss, and mourning.
By Eugene Field · First published 1897 · Genre: Poetry, Lyrical, Religious · 275 words
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, / In agony I knelt and said: / "O God! what have I done, / Or in what wise offended Thee, / That Thou should'st take away from me / My little son?
"Upon the thousand useless lives, / Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives, / Thy wrath were better spent! / Why should'st Thou take my little son -- / Why should'st Thou vent Thy wrath upon / This innocent?"
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, / Before mine eyes the vision spread / Of things that might have been: / Licentious riot, cruel strife, / Forgotten prayers, a wasted life / Dark red with sin!
The Dead Babe is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1897 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 19th Century · Dark Humor · Satire · Social Commentary · Morbid · Death · Infant Mortality · Grief · Loss · Irony