O sleep, sweet infant, for we all must sleep,-- And wake like babies, that we may wake with Him Who watches still His own from harm to keep, And o'er them spreads the wings of cherubim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |