Текст оригинала на английском языке
Death of an Infant
Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dash'd it out. There was a tint of rose On cheek and lip;--he touch'd the veins with ice, And the rose faded.--Forth from those blue eyes There spoke a wishful tenderness,--a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which Innocence Alone can wear. With ruthless haste he bound The silken fringes of the curtaining lids For ever. There had been a murmuring sound With which the babe would claim its mother's ear, Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set His seal of silence. But there beam'd a smile So fix'd and holy from that marble brow,-- Death gazed and left it there;--he dared not steal The signet-ring of Heaven.
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