  Babe, if rhyme be none For that sweet small word Babe, the sweetest one Ever heard, Right it is and meet Rhyme should keep not true Time with such a sweet Thing as you. Meet it is that rhyme Should not gain such grace: What is April's prime To your face? What to yours is May's Rosiest smile? what sound Like your laughter sways All hearts round? None can tell in metre Fit for ears on earth What sweet star grew sweeter At your birth. Hope, with smile sublime, Trusts: but neither, baby, Knows the rhyme. Wisdom lies down lonely; Hope keeps watch from far; None but one seer only Sees the star. Love alone, with yearning Heart for astrolabe, Takes the star's height, burning O'er the babe. |
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