Author Walter William Skeat Come here, my child! O thou my dear, dear life! Nay come, my child, O thou my dearer death! For all that's bitter should be called life , But all that's sweet, should bear the name of death . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments