<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O sleep, my babe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave, <br>Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays <br>To drink thy balmy breath, <br>And sigh one long farewell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon shall it mourn above thy wat'ry bed, <br>And whisper to me, on the wave-beat shore, <br>Deep murm'ring in reproach, <br>Thy sad untimely fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere those dear eyes had open'd on the light, <br>In vain to plead, thy coming life was sold, <br>O waken'd but to sleep, <br>Whence it can wake no more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand and a thousand silken leaves <br>The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, <br>All clad in tenderest green, <br>All of the self-same shape: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, <br>Each year sends forth, yet every mother views <br>Her last not least beloved <br>Like its dear self alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped <br>The face to-morrow's sun shall first reveal, <br>No heart hath e'er conceived <br>What love that face will bring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale <br>To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath, <br>As when it deeply sighs <br>O'er autumn's latest bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Coleridge">Sara Coleridge</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=513422" data-title="O sleep, my babe de Sara Coleridge" data-description="O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave, Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays To drink thy balmy breath, And sigh one long farewell. Soon shall it mourn above thy wat'ry bed, And whisper to me, on the wave-beat shore, D..."></div> </div> </div>

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