SLEEP breathes at last from out thee,
My little patient boy;
And balmy rest about thee
Smooths off the day’s annoy.
I sit me down, and think
Of all thy winning ways;
Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink,
That I had less to praise.
Thy sidelong pillowed meekness;
Thy thanks to all that aid;...
The Summer sun was sinking
With a mild light, calm and mellow;
It shone on my little boy’s bonnie cheeks,
And his loose locks of yellow.
The robin was singing sweetly,
And his song was sad and tender;
And my little boy’s eyes, while he heard the song,
Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.
My little boy lay on my bosom...
Vous n'avez rien compris à ma simplicité,
Rien, ô ma pauvre enfant !
Et c'est avec un front éventé, dépité
Que vous fuyez devant.
Vos yeux qui ne devaient refléter que douceur,
Pauvre cher bleu miroir
Ont pris un ton de fiel, ô lamentable soeur,
Qui nous fait mal à voir.
Et vous gesticulez avec vos petits bras
Comme un héros méchant,...
