THINE eyelids slept so beauteously, I deemed No eyes could wake so beautiful as they: Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dreamed Of dimples, -- for those parted lips so seemed, I never thought a smile could sweetlier play, Nor that so graceful life could chase away Thy graceful death, -- till those blue eyes upbeamed. Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drowned, And roses bloom more rosily for joy, And odorous silence ripens into sound, And fingers move to sound. -- All-beauteous boy! How thou dost waken into smiles, and prove, If not more lovely, thou art more like Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 25. 'SOMETHING WAS WANTING' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |