THIS is the way the baby slept: A mist of tresses backward thrown By quavering sighs where kisses crept With yearnings she had never known: The little hands were closely kept About a lily newly blown -- And God was with her. And we wept. -- And this is the way the baby slept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS LINES ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM [ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD AFFINITES: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND |