The Way the Baby Slept

This is the way the baby slept:
A mist of tresses backward thrown
By quavering sighs where kisses crept
With yearnings she had never known:
The little hands were closely kept
About a lily newly blown —
And God was with her. And we wept. —
And this is the way the baby slept.
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