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1837–1909

III.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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 perfect in them 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.

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