Thine Eyelids Slept So Beauteously, I Deem'D No Eyes Could Wake So Beautiful As They: Thy Rosy Cheeks In Such Still Slumbers Lay, I Loved Their Peacefulness, Nor Ever Dream'D Of Dimples: - For Those Parted Lips So Seem'D, I Never Thought A Smile Could Sweetlier Play, Nor That So Graceful Life Could Chase Away Thy Graceful Death, - Till Those Blue Eyes Upbeam'D. Now Slumber Lies In Dimpled Eddies Drown'D And Roses Bloom More Rosily For Joy, And Odorous Silence Ripens Into Sound, And Fingers Move To Sound. - All-Beauteous Boy! How Thou Dost Waken Into Smiles, And Prove, If Not More Lovely Thou Art More Like Love!