A Child Asleep

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    <strong>A Child Asleep</strong>

    How he sleepeth! having drunken

    Weary childhoods mandragore,

    From his pretty eyes have sunken

    Pleasures, to make room <tt></tt>for more---

    Sleepihe withered nosegay, which he pulled the<cite>藏书网</cite> day before.

    Nosegays! leave them for the waking:

    Throw them earthward where they grew.

    Dim are such, beside the breaking

    Amaranths he looks unto---

    Folded eyes see brighter colours than the open ever do.

    Heaven-flowers, rayed by shadows golden

    From the paths they sprah,

    Now perhaps divinely holde<mark>藏书网</mark>n,

    Swing against him in a wreath---

    We may think so from the quiing of his bloom and of his breath.

    Vision unto vision calleth,

    While the young child dreameth on.

    Fair, O dreamer, thee befalleth

    With the glory thou hast won!

    Darker wert thou in the gardeermorn, by summer sun.

    We should see the spirits ringing

    <code>.99lib.</code>Round thee,---were the clouds away.

    Tis the child-heart draws them, singing

    In the silent-seeming clay---

    Singing!---Stars that seem the mutest, go in music all the way.

    As the moths around a taper,

    As the bees around a rose,

    As the gnats around a vapour,---

    So the Spirits group and close

    Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.

    Shapes htness overlean thee,---

    Flash their diadems of youth

    On the ris which half s thee,---

    While thou smilest, . . . not in sooth

    Thy smile . . . but the overfair one, dropt from some aethereal mouth.

    Haply it is angels duty,

    During slumber, shade by shade:

    To fine down this childish beauty

    To the thing it must be made,

    Ere the world shall bring it praises, or the tomb shall see it fade.

    Softly, softly! make no noises!

    Now he lieth dead and dumb---

    Now he hears the angels voices

    Folding silen the room---

    Now he muses deep the meaning of the Heaven-words as they e.

    Speak not! he is secrated---

    Brea<dfn></dfn>the no breath across his eyes.

    Lifted up and separated,

    On the hand of God he lies,

    In a sweetness beyond toug---held in cloistral sanctities.

    Could ye bless him---father---mother ?

    Bless the dimple in his cheek?

    Dare ye look at one another,

    And the beion speak?

    Would ye not break out in weeping, and fess yourselves too weak?

    He is harmless---ye are sinful,---

    Ye are troubled---he, at ease:

    From his slumber, virtue winful

    Floweth outward with increase---

    Dare not bless him! but be blessed by his peace---and go in peace.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

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