Baby's dying, Do not stir - Let her spirit lightly float Through the sighing Lips of her - Still the murmur in the throat; Let the moan of grief be curbed - Baby must not be disturbed! Baby's dying, Do not stir - Let her pure life lightly swim Through the sighing Lips of her - Out from us and up to Him - Let her leave us with that smile - Kiss and miss her after while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |