Algernon Charles Swinburne-Étude Réaliste
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I A BABY’S feet, like sea-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 5 They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower-bells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life’s untrodden brink 10 A baby’s feet. II A baby’s hands, like rosebuds furl’d, Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upcurl’d, A baby’s hands. 15 Then, even as warriors grip their brands When battle’s bolt is hurl’d, They close, clench’d hard like tightening bands. No rosebuds yet by dawn impearl’d Match, even in loveliest lands, 20 The sweetest flowers in all the world— A baby’s hands. III A baby’s eyes, ere speech begin, Ere lips learn words or sighs, Bless all things bright enough to win 25 A baby’s eyes. Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep flows out and in, Lies perfect in them Paradise. Their glance might cast out pain and sin, 30 Their speech make dumb the wise, By mute glad godhead felt within A baby’s eyes. |
