Lyric Poem · Childhood
Mother and Babe
by Walt Whitman
I SEE the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its mother;
The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them long and long.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Mother and Babe
- Poet
- Walt Whitman
- Length
- 2 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Short Poems
- Themes
- Childhood, Short
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- Author record
- Walt Whitman1819–1892
- Source record
- PoetryDBMother and Babe by walt-whitman, PoetryDB transcription
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- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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