He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, <br />Night's finger on the lip of life <br />Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife, <br /> Of busy Baby Charley. <br /> <br />One arm stretched backward round his head, <br />Five little toes from out the bed <br />Just showing, like five rosebuds red, <br /> -- So slumbers Baby Charley. <br /> <br />Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming through <br />Those lucent eyelids, veined with blue, <br />That shut away from mortal view <br /> Large eyes of Baby Charley. <br /> <br />O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now <br />On the round glory of his brow, <br />Wave thy wing and waft my vow <br /> Breathed over Baby Charley. <br /> <br />I vow that my heart, when death is nigh, <br />Shall never shiver with a sigh <br />For act of hand or tongue or eye <br /> That wronged my Baby Charley!<br /><br />Sidney Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-charley/
