Over fast--closed baby eyes <br />In the garden's golden air <br />Blossom--white the butterflies <br />Hover, hurry, part and pair, <br />Sudden shinings, flown nowhere! <br />Blue, above, the unbounded skies! <br /> <br />Little one, O downy head, <br />O fingers clasping, shaped and small, <br />Laid in soft nest of your bed, <br />How the trees are Titan--tall <br />Over you that slumber, all <br />Ignorant of hope and dread! <br /> <br />O so small, and all around <br />Life so vast works wonders new. <br />Yet to you is set no bound <br />What you shall desire and do, <br />Find and fashion and hold true; <br />Deeps you hold no thought can sound: <br /> <br />You are sought by powers unknown; <br />On your trembling heart--strings play <br />Airs unheard, O little one! <br />Whisperings of far away, <br />Music made of day and day-- <br />Lands of promise, all your own! <br /> <br />Wide as heaven the secrecies <br />You enfold: ev'n now, ev'n here, <br />You presage infinities, <br />While above in hope, in fear, <br />My white wishes, far and near, <br />Hover like the butterflies.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-song-2/
