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Thomas Hood - To A Sleeping ChildThomas Hood - To A Sleeping Child
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I Oh, `tis a touching thing, to make one weep,— A tender infant with its curtain`d eye, Breathing as it would neither live nor die With that unchanging countenance of sleep! As if its silent dream, serene and deep, Had lined its slumber with a still blue sky So that the passive cheeks unconscious lie With no more life than roses—just to keep The blushes warm, and the mild, odorous breath. O blossom boy! so calm is thy repose. So sweet a compromise of life and death, `Tis pity those fair buds should e`er unclose For memory to stain their inward leaf, Tinging thy dreams with unacquainted grief. II Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem`d No eyes could wake so beautiful as they: Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dream`d Of dimples:—for those parted lips so seem`d, I never thought a smile could sweetlier play, Nor that so graceful life could chase away Thy graceful death,—till those blue eyes upbeam`d. Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drown`d And roses bloom more rosily for joy, And odorous silence ripens into sound, And fingers move to sound.—All-beauteous boy! How thou dost waken into smiles, and prove, If not more lovely thou art more like Love!
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