A parent or loved one is gazing at a newborn, amazed by how tiny yet strangely wise she seems. The baby’s eyes and ears are already open to things adults might miss: flowers waiting under snow and unborn birds asleep inside their eggs. It’s as if she arrives already connected to the quiet, hidden beginnings of life. The speaker feels moved and a little awed, believing the songs and love offered to this child are entirely new, never heard or felt by anyone before. No words are needed between them. The mood is tender, hushed, and intimate, full of protective affection and quiet wonder at the delicate awareness wrapped up in such a small person.
New-born — Summary
She is so wee, So wise and dear Her eyes can see, Her ears can hear, The flowers that grow Below the snow, The birds that peep In their eggs asleep, The songs we sing her No other has heard, The love we bring her With never a word.