I.

Baby, baby bright,

Sleep can steal from sight

Little of your light:

Soft as fire in dew,

Still the life in you

Lights your slumber through.

Four white eyelids keep

Fast the seal of sleep

Deep as love is deep:

Yet, though closed it lies,

Love behind them spies

Heaven in two blue eyes.

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