“O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child.” ChildrenLightNightHeavenSleepLove IsSorrowAngelSaintTalesTheePalmsDeep LoveGoethPouting Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“Children bring their own love with them when they come.” ChildrenHeadstone Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
