SCRoots, LOVE ASLEEP

LOVE ASLEEP
by William Crafts

Wake him not-he dreams of bliss,
His little lips put forth to kiss;
His arms entwined in virgin grace,
Seem link'd in beautiful embrace.

He smiles, and on his opening lip,
Might saints refresh, and angels sip;
He blushes-'tis the rosy light,
That morning wears on leaving night.

He sighs-'tis not the sigh of wo,
He only sighs that he may know
If kindred sighs another move,
For mutual sighs are signs of love.

He speaks-it is his dear one's name-
He whispers - still it is the same-
The imprison'd accents strive in vain,
They murmur through his lips again.

He wakes-the silly little boy,
To break the mirror thus of joy!
He wakes to sorrow and in pain-
Oh, love! renew thy dreams again.

William Craft (1787-1826) was a native of Charleston, South Carolina. He graduated from Harvard, was a member of the Carolina bar, and served in the state Legislature. His writings of prose and poetry were frequently published in Carolina.

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