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Sleep, little one! The Twilight folds her gloom / Full tenderly about the drowsy Day, / And all his tinselled hours of light and bloom / Like toys are laid away.
Sleep! sleep! The noon-sky's airy cloud of white / Has deepened wide o'er all the azure plain; / And, trailing through the leaves, the skirts of Night / Are wet with dews as rain.
But rest thou sweetly, smiling in thy dreams, / With round fists tossed like roses o'er thy head, / And thy tranc'd lips and eyelids kissed with gleams / Of rapture perfected.