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 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!