(A British writer recently named his sons Crecy and Agincourt.)

I would not name my son

Some battle he had not won,

Nor girl a goddess either

At school with her mother.

But for this new blood,

What sound of word is good?

Naming a boat, or gun,

Or a dog, is easier done

Then titling a son.

A girl's any name is love

Her man thinks often of.

A new name should be known

By its l's and b's and m's

Called from hills and rooms.

I would not use my own,

Nor any hung on the tree

Of my much-named family,

Nor a baseball god, nor

Fish, jewel, flower, star.

Time, time will tell,

As the Indians knew well.

Let what the child does and is

Be her name or his.