He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, br Night's finger on the lip of life br Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife, br Of busy Baby Charley. br br One arm stretched backward round his head, br Five little toes from out the bed br Just showing, like five rosebuds red, br -- So slumbers Baby Charley. br br Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming through br Those lucent eyelids, veined with blue, br That shut away from mortal view br Large eyes of Baby Charley. br br O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now br On the round glory of his brow, br Wave thy wing and waft my vow br Breathed over Baby Charley.