When you sing at my breast, Where cradled you lie, And my thoughts are confessed As I murmur reply; Your sweet crooning recalls The rich splendors of yore. ... Sing, my belovèd, Sing evermore. When you smile, from your lips Love wings his keen dart, A new confidence grips At my softening heart. Ah! the smile of your faith Bares a soul free of lore. ... Smile, my belovèd, Smile evermore. When you sleep pure and calm In the dusk by my side, Your soft breath is a psalm Such as Cupids confide. And your rose-velvet flesh Does its fragrance outpour. ... Sleep, my belovèd, Sleep evermore. When you sigh: "Thee, I love!" You have made me a god! I feel heaven above Ope its gates at my nod. Your glance sparkles so clear With the flame I adore. ... Love, my belovèd, Love evermore. Do you feel how life's all But these four words contain? All the joys that enthrall, All the joy without pain. All that man from his earth To the god-heights can move. ... Sing, then, and smile, Sleep, dear, and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN FOR MY CHILD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |