My little girl is nested Within her tiny bed, With amber ringlets crested Around her dainty head; She lies so calm and stilly, She breathes so soft and low, She calls to mind a lily Half-hidden in the snow. A weary little mortal Has gone to Slumberland; The pixies at the portal Have caught her by the hand. She dreams her broken dolly Will soon be mended there, That looks so melancholy Upon the rocking-chair. I kiss your wayward tresses, My drowsy little queen; I know you have caresses From floating forms unseen. O, Angels, let me keep her To kiss away my cares, This darling little sleeper, Who has my love and prayers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |