Babyhood
A baby shines as brightIf winter or if May beOn eyes that keep in sightA baby.
Though dark the skies or grey be,It fills our eyes with light,If midnight or midday be.
Love hails it, day and night,The sweetest thing that may beYet cannot praise arightA baby.
II.
All heaven, in every baby born,All absolute of earthly leaven,Reveals itself, though man may scornAll heaven.
Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,All grief appeased, all pain outworn,By this one revelation given.
Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:Love shows in light more bright than mornAll heaven.
III.
What likeness may define, and stray notFrom truth's exactest way,A baby's beauty? Love can say notWhat likeness may.
The Mayflower loveliest held in MayOf all that shine and stay notLaughs not in rosier disarray.
Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play notAs yet with winds that play,Would fain be matched with this, and may not:What likeness may?
IV.
Rose, round whose bedDawn's cloudlets close,Earth's brightest-bredRose!
No song, love knows,May praise the headYour curtain shows.
Ere sleep has fled,The whole child glowsOne sweet live redRose.
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