Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life Did only look about, and fall, Wearied out in a harmless strife Of tears and milk, the food of all; Sweetly didst thou expire: thy soul Flew home unstained by his new kin, For ere thou knew'st how to be foul, Death @3weaned@1 thee from the world and sin. Softly rest all thy virgin-crumbs! @3Lapped@1 in the sweets of thy young breath, Expecting till thy Saviour comes To @3dress@1 them, and @3unswaddle@1 death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN |