| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Baby | | By Elaine Goodale Eastman (1863–1953) |
| | | DIMPLED and flushed and dewy pink he lies, | |
| Crumpled and tossed and lapt in snowy bands; | |
| Aimlessly reaching with his tiny hands, | |
| Lifting in wondering gaze his great blue eyes. | |
| Sweet pouting lips, parted by breathing sighs; | 5 |
| Soft cheeks, warm-tinted as from tropic lands; | |
| Framed with brown hair in shining silken strands,— | |
| All fair, all pure, a sunbeam from the skies! | |
| O perfect innocence! O soul enshrined | |
| In blissful ignorance of good or ill, | 10 |
| By never gale of idle passion crossed! | |
| Although thou art no alien from thy kind, | |
| Though pain and death may take thee captive, still | |
| Through sin, at least, thine Eden is not lost. | | | | |
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