“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!

Collection:

English

Samuel Minturn Peck

Sub Title:

Poems of Home: I. About Children

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