When you lie sleeping; golden hair Tossed on your pillow, sea shell pink Ears that nestle, I forbear A moment while I look and think How you are mine, and if I dare To bend and kiss you lying there. A Raphael in the flesh! Resist I cannot, though to break your sleep Is thoughtless of me -- you are kissed And roused from slumber dreamless, deep -- You rub away the slumber's mist, You scold and almost weep. It is too bad to wake you so, Just for a kiss. But when awake You sing and dance, nor seem to know You slept a sleep too deep to break From which I roused you long ago For nothing but my passion's sake -- What though your heart should ache! |