10 Best Famous Sitter Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Sitter poems. This is a select list of the best famous Sitter poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Sitter poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of sitter poems.

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 From torrid heat to frigid cold
 I've rovered land and sea;
And now, with halting heart I hold
 My grandchild on my knee:
Yet while I've eighty years all told,
 Of moons she has but three.

She sleeps, that fragile miniature
 Of future maidenhood;
She will be wonderful, I'm sure,
 As over her I brood;
She is so innocent, so pure,
 I know she will be good.

My way I've won from woe to weal,
 And hard has been the fight;
Yet in my ingle-nook I feel
 A wondrous peace to-night;
And over me serenely steal
 Warm waves of love and light.

"What sloppy stuff!" I hear you say.
 "Give us a lusty song."
Alas! I'm bent and gnarled and grey,--
 My life may not be long:
Yet let its crown of glory be
 This child upon me knee.

 He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes,
That drab, untidy man;
And though my clients I despise
I do the best I can
To comfort them with cheerful chat;
(Quite comme il faut, of course)
And furnish evidence so that
Their wives may claim divorce. 

But as this chap sobbed out his woes
I thought: How it's a shame!
His wife's a ***** and so he goes
And takes himself the blame.
And me behaving like a heel
To earn a filthy fee . . .
Said I: "You've had a dirty deal."
"What of yourself? said he. 

And so I told him how I was
A widow of the war,
And doing what I did because
Two sons I struggled for.
As I sat knitting through the night
He eyed me from the bed,
And in the rosy morning light
Impulsively he said: 

"Through in this sordid game we play,
To cheat the law we plan,
i do believe you when you say
You hold aloof from man;
Unto the dead you have been true,
And on the day I'm free,
To prove how I have faith in you -
Please, will you marry me?" 

That's how it was. Now we are wed,
And life's a list of joys.
The old unhappy past is dead;
He's father to my boys.
And I have told him just to-day,
(Though forty, I confess,)
A little sister's on the way
To crown our happiness.

 By parents I would not be pinned,
 Nor in my home abide,
For I was wanton as the wind
 And tameless as the tide;
So scornful of domestic hearth,
 And bordered garden path,
I sought the wilder ways of earth,
 The roads of wrath.

It scares me now to think of how
 Foolhardily I fared;
Though mighty scarred of pelt and pow
 A dozen deaths I've dared;
Yet there are trails I would explore,
 And wilds that for me wait . . .
Alas! I'll wander nevermore,--
 The hour's too late.

The folks are at my picture show,
 I smoke my pipe and sigh.
Soft-slippered by the ember's glow
 A baby-sitter I.
Behold! In dressing-gown of mauve,
 To comfort reconciled,
A rover rocks the cradle of
 His new grand-child.