Its balmy lips the infant blest <br />Relaxing from its mother's breast, <br />How sweet it heaves the happy sigh <br />Of innocent satiety! <br /> <br />And such my infant's latest sigh! <br />Oh tell, rude stone! the passer by, <br />That here the pretty babe doth lie, <br />Death sang to sleep with Lullaby.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-an-infant-2/
