Baby's dying, Do not stir - Let her spirit lightly float Through the sighing Lips of her - Still the murmur in the throat; Let the moan of grief be curbed - Baby must not be disturbed! Baby's dying, Do not stir - Let her pure life lightly swim Through the sighing Lips of her - Out from us and up to Him - Let her leave us with that smile - Kiss and miss her after while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEENAN'S CHARGE by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE ON A GIFT OF FLOWERS by GUILLAUME VICTOR EMILE AUGIER THE UNKNOWN DEAD by LEVI BISHOP MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE STAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |