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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLUMBER SONG, by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER Poet's Biography
First Line: Thou little child with tender, clinging arms,
Last Line: I watch thy slumber—naught shall do thee ill.
First Line: Thou little child with tender, clinging arms,
Last Line: I watch thy slumber—naught shall do thee ill.
Thou little child with tender, clinging arms,
drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms.
Be soothed and comforted; be loved and blessed.
Against thy silken honey-colored hair
I lean a loving cheek, a mute caress.
Close, close I gather thee and kiss thy fair
white eyelids, sleep so softly doth oppress.
Dear little face that lies in calm content
within the gracious hollow that God made
in every human shoulder, where He meant
some tired head for comfort should be laid.
Most like a heavy-folded rose thou art
in summer air reposing, warm and still.
Dream thy sweet dreams upon my quiet heart.
I watch thy slumber—naught shall do thee ill.
Other Poems of Interest...
SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
THE SANDPIPER by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
A LULLABY by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
RUTH by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
S.E. by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
SCHUMANN'S SONATA IN A MINOR by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
SEAWARD by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
SIR WILLIAM PEPPERRELL'S WELL; ISLE OF SHOALS, 1790-1892 by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
SONG by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER
SONNET by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER