TO A CHILD FALLING ASLEEP
Over the dim edge of sleep I lean,
And in her eyes’ illimitable grey distances,
Look down into the shadow-tinted space,—
The cloudy air of sleep,—
To see the rose-lit petal of a Child’s fair soul
Seek dreamily the farther gloom,
Where waking eyes may follow her no more.
One more last time her lids are lifted,
And in her look I read a wistful fare-thee-well;