My little dear, so fast asleep, Whose arms about me cling, What kisses shall she have to keep, While she is slumbering? Upon her golden baby-hair, The golden dreams I'll kiss Which Life spread through my morning fair, And I have saved, for this. Upon her baby eyes I'll press The kiss Love gave to me, When his great joy and loveliness Made all things fair to see. And on her lips, with smiles astir, Ah me, what prayer of old May now be kissed to comfort her, Should Love or Life grow cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG |