William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Sleeping BeautySamuel Rogers (17631855)
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Tho’ shut so close thy laughing eyes.
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile
And more, 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!