Thou little child with tender, clinging arms, drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms. Be soothed and comforted; be loved and blessed. Against thy silken honey-colored hair I lean a loving cheek, a mute caress. Close, close I gather thee and kiss thy fair white eyelids, sleep so softly doth oppress. Dear little face that lies in calm content within the gracious hollow that God made in every human shoulder, where He meant some tired head for comfort should be laid. Most like a heavy-folded rose thou art in summer air reposing, warm and still. Dream thy sweet dreams upon my quiet heart. I watch thy slumber—naught shall do thee ill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON |