I. A BABY'S feet, like sea-shells pink, Might tempt, should Heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet. Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower-bells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet. II. A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled, Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upcurled, A baby's hands. Then, even as warriors grip their brands When battle's bolt is hurled, They close, clenched hard like tightening bands. No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled Match, even in loveliest lands, The sweetest flowers in all the world -- A baby's hands. III. A baby's eyes, ere speech begin, Ere lips learn words or sighs, Bless all things bright enough to win A baby's eyes. Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep flows out and in, Lies perfect in them Paradise. Their glance might cast out pain and sin, Their speech make dumb the wise, By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |