WHEN weenty-teenty Baby slept, -- With voices stilled we lightly stepped And knelt be ide the rug where she Had fallen in sleep all wearily; And when a dimpled hand would stir, We breathlessly bent over her And kissed the truant strands that swept The tranc'd lids and the dreams that kept -- When Baby blinked her Court and slept. When Baby waived her throne and slept, It seemed the sunshine lightlier crept Along the carpet and the wall, Her playhouse, tea-set, pets and all: -- A loud fly hushed its hum and made The faintest Fairy-serenade, That lulled all waking things except The goldfish as he flashed and leapt -- When Baby doffed her crown and slept. When sunset veiled her as she slept, No other sight might intercept Our love-looks, meant for her alone The fairest blossom ever blown In all God's garden-lands below! Our Spirits whispered, Even so, And made high mirth in undertone, In stress of joy all sudden grown A laugh of tears: -- for thus we wept, When Baby donned her dreams, and slept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG REMINISCENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |