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Because you sleep, my child, with breathing light

As heave of the June sea,

Because your lips soft petals dewy-bright

Dispart so tenderly;

Because the slumbrous warmth is on your cheek

Up from the hushed heart sent,

And in this midmost noon when winds are weak

No cloud lies more content;

Because nor song of bird, nor lamb’s keen call

May reach you sunken deep,

Because your lifted arm I thus let fall

Heavy with perfect sleep;

Because all will is drawn from you, all power,

And Nature through dark roots

Will hold and nourish you for one sweet hour

Amid her flowers and fruits;

Therefore though tempests gather, and the gale

Through autumn skies will roar,

Though Earth send up to heaven the ancient wail

Heard by dead Gods of yore;

Though spectral faiths contend, and for her course

The soul confused must try,

While through the whirl of atoms and of force

Looms an abandoned sky;

Yet, know I, Peace abides, of earth’s wild things

Centre, and ruling thence;

Behold, a spirit folds her budded wings

In confident innocence.