English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Samuel Rogers
350. The Sleeping Beauty
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Tho’ shut so close thy laughing eyes,
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile
And move, and breathe delicious sighs!
And mantle o’er her neck of snow:
Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks
What most I wish—and fear to know!
Her fair hands folded on her breast:
—And now, how like a saint she sleeps!
A seraph in the realms of rest!
Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee:
And may the secret of thy soul
Remain within its sanctuary!