Posthumous Poems/Sairey Gamp's Roundel

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SAIREY GAMP'S ROUNDEL

A Baby's thumb, the little duck's, Is fitter food than crust or crumb, In baby's mouth when baby sucksA baby's thumb. It gives delight to all and some Who wish the child the best of lucks That ever to a child may come.
Its mien is pleasanter than Puck's,Its air triumphant, placid, dumb,Benignant, bland, when baby sucks A baby's thumb.

Note.—In sending this roundel to his sister Isabel, on the 19th of February, 1883, Swinburne accompanied it with a note, of which only a fragment is preserved:—

"My dearest Abba,
"The preceding burst of lyric song, in Sairey's very best handwriting, was composed by that lady a day or two ago while dredging, and wrote down faithful before breakfast; which she do hope it may give satigefaction to Mrs. Harris—whose 'Eavenly dispogicion is well-beknown—and her family circle."

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