THINE eyelids slept so beauteously, I deemed No eyes could wake so beautiful as they: Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dreamed Of dimples, -- for those parted lips so seemed, I never thought a smile could sweetlier play, Nor that so graceful life could chase away Thy graceful death, -- till those blue eyes upbeamed. Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drowned, And roses bloom more rosily for joy, And odorous silence ripens into sound, And fingers move to sound. -- All-beauteous boy! How thou dost waken into smiles, and prove, If not more lovely, thou art more like Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES' by ISOBEL (ISABEL) PAGAN THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN |