Poems (Kimball)/To a Sleeping Child
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TO A SLEEPING CHILD.
NOT thus, O joyous child, repose
With crossed hands on thy baby breast;
Pathetic attitude of those
Who wake not, stir not from their rest!
With crossed hands on thy baby breast;
Pathetic attitude of those
Who wake not, stir not from their rest!
With dimpled arm thy head surround,
Like as a bird with bonny wing;
Sure as a bird at morn to bound
From this thy nest and, birdlike, sing!
Like as a bird with bonny wing;
Sure as a bird at morn to bound
From this thy nest and, birdlike, sing!