Poetry. "ETUDE REALISTE."
h A baby's feet, like sen shells pink, Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet. Like rose hued sea flowers toward the heat, They stretch and Bpread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower bells th&t expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet. & A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though olose upcurled, A baby's hands. Then fast as warriors grip their brands When battle's bolt is hurled, They close, clenched hard like tightening bands. No rosebuds yet by dawn impearlod Match, oven in loveliest lands, The sweetest flowers in all the world— A baby's hands, in. A baby's eyes, ere speech begin, Ere lips learn words or sighs, Bless all things bright enough to win A baby's eyes. Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep flows out and in, Sees in them perfeot Paradise. Their glance might cast out pain and sin, Their speech make dumb the wise, By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes. — Swinburne.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1848, 10 May 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)
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197Poetry. "ETUDE REALISTE." Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1848, 10 May 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)
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