Poems (Nealds)/Sonnet to my sleeping Infant

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by Adeline Martha Nealds
Sonnet to my sleeping Infant
4628737Poems — Sonnet to my sleeping InfantAdeline Martha Nealds

SONNET TO MY SLEEPING INFANT.
How sweet thy sleep! my gentle boy,
Surely thy dreams are fraught with joy,
For o'er thy features, all the while,
Well pleas'd I see a placid smile;
And though thy soft blue eye is hid,
Beneath its darkly fringed lid,
Still I its brilliant glances trace,
And each expression of thy face.
Thy lovely cheeks like roses glow,
Upon a bed of drifted snow;
Thy curling locks, as amber bright,
Shade thy dear forehead's spotless white.
Sleep, dearest! sleep, in quiet slumber blest,
While thy fond mother watches o'er thy rest.