Sunday, August 20, 2006

The Sleeping Beauty...

Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile,
Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes.
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile,
And move, and breathe delicious sighs.

Ah, now soft blushes tinge his cheeks,
And mantle o'er his neck of snow.
Ah, now he murmurs, now he speaks,
What most I wish, and fear to know.

He starts, he trembles, and he weeps,
He fair hands folded on his chest.
And now, how like a saint he sleeps,
A seraph in the realms of rest.

Sleep on secure, above controul,
Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee.
And may the secret of thy soul,
Remain within thy sanctuary.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a body!

adam x said...

so peaceful