| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. To a Sleeping Child (II.) | | By Thomas Hood (1799–1845) |
| | | THINE eyelids slept so beauteously, I deemed | |
| No eyes could wake so beautiful as they; | |
| Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, | |
| I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dreamed | |
| Of dimples:—for those parted lips so seemed, | 5 |
| I never thought a smile could sweetlier play, | |
| Nor that so graceful life could chase away | |
| Thy graceful death,—till those blue eyes upbeamed. | |
| Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drowned, | |
| And roses bloom more rosily for joy, | 10 |
| And odorous silence ripens into sound, | |
| And fingers move to sound.—All-beauteous boy! | |
| How dost thou waken into smiles, and prove, | |
| If not more lovely, thou art more like Love! | | | | |
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