Poems (Curwen)/Baby Con
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Baby Con.
Beautiful eyes has baby Con,
Of sweetest blue,
Fringed with silken lashes long,
Of darkest hue;
Like twin forget-me-nots they look,
When wet with dew.
Of sweetest blue,
Fringed with silken lashes long,
Of darkest hue;
Like twin forget-me-nots they look,
When wet with dew.
Beautiful hair has baby Con,
As soft and light
As silk new spun of palest gold;
Like a halo bright
It sheds a glory round her face,
Rose pink and white.
As soft and light
As silk new spun of palest gold;
Like a halo bright
It sheds a glory round her face,
Rose pink and white.
A beautiful mouth has baby Con,
A beautiful mouth,
Like a wee pink bud opening to kiss
Winds from the south;
A coral casket wherein lies hid
A pearly growth.
A beautiful mouth,
Like a wee pink bud opening to kiss
Winds from the south;
A coral casket wherein lies hid
A pearly growth.
A beautiful little flower is she,
This baby Con,
Expanding daily, hourly, 'neath
Love's warm bright sun.
Long may she grace the parent-tree
She bloometh on.
This baby Con,
Expanding daily, hourly, 'neath
Love's warm bright sun.
Long may she grace the parent-tree
She bloometh on.