<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391590" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child's Last Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?<br>When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?<br>When the lark's wing mounts with the breeze of morn?<br>When the first rich breath of the rose is born?<br>Lovely thou sleepest, yet something lies<br>Too deep and still on thy soft-seal'd eyes,<br>Mournful, tho' sweet, is thy rest to see<br>When will the hour of thy rising be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not when the fawn wakes, not when the lark<br>On the crimson cloud of the morn floats dark<br>Grief with vain passionate tears hath wet<br>The hair, shedding gleams from thy pale brow yet;<br>Love with sad kisses, unfelt, hath press'd<br>Thy meek dropt eyelids and quiet breast;<br>And the glad spring, calling out bird and bee,<br>Shall colour all blossoms, fair child! but thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou'rt gone from us, bright one! that thou shouldst die,<br>And life be left to the butterfly!<br>Thou'rt gone, as a dew-drop is swept from the bough<br>Oh! for the world where thy home is now!<br>How may we love but in doubt and fear,<br>How may we anchor our fond hearts here;<br>How should e'en joy but a trembler be,<br>Beautiful dust! when we look on thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391590" data-title="The Child's Last Sleep de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child? When the fawn awakes in the forest wild? When the lark's wing mounts with the breeze of morn? When the first rich breath of the rose is born? Lovely thou sleepest, yet something lies Too deep and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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