BABYHOOD.
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BABYHOOD.
BABY, with your marvellous eyes, Clear as the yet unfallen dew,
Methinks you are the only wise,—
No change can touch you with surprise,—
Nothing is strange or new to you.
You did not weep, when faint and weak
Grew Love's dear hand within your hold,
And, when I pressed your living cheek
Close down to lips which could not speak,
You did not start to find them cold.
Grew Love's dear hand within your hold,
And, when I pressed your living cheek
Close down to lips which could not speak,
You did not start to find them cold.
You think it morning when you wake,
That night comes when your eyelids fall,
That the winds blow, and blossoms shake,
And the sun shines for your small sake;
And, queen-like, you accept it all.
That night comes when your eyelids fall,
That the winds blow, and blossoms shake,
And the sun shines for your small sake;
And, queen-like, you accept it all.
O you are wise! you comprehend
What my slow sense may not divine,—
What my slow sense may not divine,—
