Sleep has laid its finger-tips
On your eyes and on your lips:
There you lie at hush of dawn
Beautiful to look upon.
I shall watch the morning trace
All its colors on your face.
I shall watch and never know
How the moments come and go.
Nothing done, nothing said,
I shall watch your quiet head:
Quiet lips and quiet eyes—
They are beautiful and wise.
Sleep, sleep… be still today:
Should you waken now and say
Words that are neither good nor true,
How shall I bear to look at you?
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