My Little Girl

My little girl is nested   Within her tiny bed, With amber ringlets crested   Around her dainty head; She lies so calm and stilly,   She breathes so soft and low, She calls to mind a lily   Half-hidden in the snow. A weary little mortal   Has gone to slumberland; The Pixies at the portal   Have caught her by the hand. She dreams her broken dolly   Will soon be mended there, That looks so melancholy   Upon the rocking-chair. I kiss your wayward tresses,   My drowsy little queen; I know you have caresses   From floating forms unseen. O, Angels, let me keep her   To kiss away my cares, This darling little sleeper,   Who has my love and prayers!