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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Étude Réaliste (excerpts)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled <br> Whence yet no leaf expands, <br> Ope if you touch, though close upcurled, <br>A baby's hands. <br> Then, fast as warriors grip their brands <br> When battle's bolt is hurled, <br> They close, clenched hard like tightening bands. <br> No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled <br> Match, even in loveliest lands, <br>The sweetest flowers in all the world-- <br> A baby's hands. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> A baby's eyes, ere speech begin, <br> Ere lips learn words or sighs, <br>Bless all things bright enough to win <br>A baby's eyes. <br> Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, <br> And sleep flows out and in, <br> Sees perfect in them Paradise. <br> Their glance might cast out pain and sin, <br> Their speech make dumb the wise, <br> By mute glad godhead felt within <br> A baby's eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a></strong></div>

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