Painting by Berthe Morisot, 1872
A sleeping baby girl; she slumbers here.
Her breathless mother watches as she dreams.
Her tiny mouth moves just to share the air.
In twinkling innocence her young face beams.
Her baby’s here; her sleeping star is near
and mother listens for the slightest sounds
as all the world is silent just to hear
each moment as her beating heart resounds.
Her child is here; her precious daughter sleeps
and all the realm of nature could not best
this miracle awaiting as she peeps;
the gentle murmur of her babe at rest.
Outshines the stars, this being full of grace
as mother rocks her cradle mid the lace.