My little dear, so fast asleep, Whose arms about me cling, What kisses shall she have to keep, While she is slumbering? Upon her golden baby-hair, The golden dreams I'll kiss Which Life spread through my morning fair, And I have saved, for this. Upon her baby eyes I'll press The kiss Love gave to me, When his great joy and loveliness Made all things fair to see. And on her lips, with smiles astir, Ah me, what prayer of old May now be kissed to comfort her, Should Love or Life grow cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE DEATH OF HARRISON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |