| Baby Charley (1869)
|Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Macon, Georgia in 1869. In the complete volume of works Poems of Sidney Lanier, published posthumously, this poem is grouped with the “unrevised early poems.”|
He’s fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
Night’s finger on the lip of life
Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife,
Of busy Baby Charley.
One arm stretched backward round his head,
Five little toes from out the bed
Just showing, like five rosebuds red,
—So slumbers Baby Charley.
Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming through
Those lucent eyelids, veined with blue,
That shut away from mortal view
Large eyes of Baby Charley.
O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now
On the round glory of his brow,
Wave thy wing and waft my vow
Breathed over Baby Charley.
I vow that my heart, when death is nigh,
Shall never shiver with a sigh
For act of hand or tongue or eye
That wronged my Baby Charley!
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|