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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
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.
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