The Fatal Errand

MY mother bade me go. I went:
But beat my heart, ere I returned,
A rat-tat-tan, and what it meant
Too soon I to my sorrow learned.

Her errand to the youth I ran,
But had she me some other bade,
I had not felt that rat-tat-tan,
Nor wept to think I ever had.

Joseph Skipsey The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.