Death & Dying
Epitaph on an Infant (II)
From Poems of Coleridge, selected by Arthur Symons (1905)
Death & Dying
Its balmy lips the infant blest
Relaxing from its mother's breast,
How sweet it heaves the happy sigh
Of innocent satiety!
And such my infant's latest sigh!
Oh tell, rude stone! the passer by,
That here the pretty babe doth lie,
Death sang to sleep with Lullaby.
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MLA
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “Epitaph on an Infant (II).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/64/.
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Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. “Epitaph on an Infant (II).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge/64/.
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