SLEEPING AND WATCHING.
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And a dreamer (did you show him
That same picture) would exclaim,
"'Tis my angel, with a name!"
That same picture) would exclaim,
"'Tis my angel, with a name!"
And a stranger,—when he sees her
In the street even—smileth stilly,
Just as you would at a lily.
In the street even—smileth stilly,
Just as you would at a lily.
And all voices that address her,
Soften, sleeken every word,—
As if speaking to a bird.
Soften, sleeken every word,—
As if speaking to a bird.
And all fancies yearn to cover
The hard earth whereon she passes,
With the thymy scented grasses.
The hard earth whereon she passes,
With the thymy scented grasses.
And all hearts do pray, "God love her!"
Ay, and certes, in good sooth,
We may all be sure He doth.
Ay, and certes, in good sooth,
We may all be sure He doth.
Sleeping and Watching.
Sleep on, baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,—
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That, you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness, stand
Golden lights serenely—
One cheek, pushed out by the hand
Folds the dimple inly:
Little head and little foot
Heavy laid for pleasure,
Underneath the lids half-shut,
Slants the shining azure;—
Tired of all the playing,—
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That, you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness, stand
Golden lights serenely—
One cheek, pushed out by the hand
Folds the dimple inly:
Little head and little foot
Heavy laid for pleasure,
Underneath the lids half-shut,
Slants the shining azure;—
