Innocent Sleep

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Innocent Sleep Author(s): Nancy Campbell Source: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 5 (Aug., 1921), p. 247 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573188 . Accessed: 16/05/2014 03:50 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Poetry Foundation is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Poetry. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 193.105.154.53 on Fri, 16 May 2014 03:50:03 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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Innocent SleepAuthor(s): Nancy CampbellSource: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 5 (Aug., 1921), p. 247Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573188 .

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DuBose Heyward

And see these tawdry bits of broken glass Which speak the foreign glories of the town

The crowds, the lights; these too are dreams that pass Here where the hemming walls of rock look down,

And clasp their children fast within their keep Until they cradle them at last to sleep.

Yet all the while if they could only know The beauty that is theirs to breathe and touch

The whisper of the dawn across the snow, The vast low-drifting clouds that love them much

Oh, they could call their dreams home down the sky, And carry beauty with them when they die.

DuBose Heyward

INNOCENT SLEEP

My little son half woke last night A golden-headed rosiness, Dark-eyed with drowsiness;

Peered for a moment at the candle-light.

So I have seen the daisies sleep Pink-tipped along a mountain wall, And hardly stir at all

At the bright dawn-their dreams have been so deep. Nancy Campbell

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