“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
“Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place O, to abide in the desert with thee!” Love IsSweetBedSingingLowsMusicalWelcomeTheeDesertSoarDwellingEmblemsDwelling PlaceHeathersCherubsGloaming Book:Songs Source: Songs