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Near yon moon-gleaming window-pane,
Feeling the little chamber hath
More loan of wealth than ere again
My love may render unto heaven!
(I was unworthy; so at even
He resumed what He had given!)
Kingcups and daisies, and white rose,
With languid lilies find repose,
And his dear eyes in slumber close,
Who will leap among them, love them,
And will weave a necklace of them,
All free from sorrow,
If 'tis fair to-morrow!
There, in the days that are no more,
Thy mother sang thee soft to sleep;
There sang thee into rest more deep,
Hushed to sleep for evermore!
Yea, upon our world of woe
Shut thy pure eyes, dear baby, so!
Better, better, so!
Earth's fairest promise founders on the deep
Better innocent sleep;
What heritage I leagued thee, love!
Sleep, sleep, my dove!
Fly me! take refuge in the blue above
From our dim grove
Of earthly love!