Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept <br /> Softly along the dim way to your room, <br /> And found you sleeping in the quiet gloom, <br />And holiness about you as you slept. <br />I knelt there; till your waking fingers crept <br /> About my head, and held it. I had rest <br /> Unhoped this side of Heaven, beneath your breast. <br />I knelt a long time, still; nor even wept. <br /> <br />It was great wrong you did me; and for gain <br />Of that poor moment's kindliness, and ease, <br />And sleepy mother-comfort! <br /> Child, you know <br />How easily love leaps out to dreams like these, <br />Who has seen them true. And love that's wakened so <br />Takes all too long to lay asleep again.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-from-a-sonnet-sequence/
