Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Samuel Rogers CXXXV. The Sleeping BeautyS
Tho’ shut so close thy laughing eyes,
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile
And move, and breathe delicious sighs!
And mantle o’er her neck of snow;
Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks
What most I wish—and fear to know!
Her fair hands folded on her breast:
—And now, how like a saint she sleeps!
A seraph in the realms of rest!
Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee;
And may the secret of thy soul
Remain within its sanctuary!