Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO A SLEEPING CHILD: 1, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep Last Line: Tinging thy dreams with unacquainted grief. Subject(s): Children; Sleep; Childhood | ||||||||
OH, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep, -- A tender infant with its curtained 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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