Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Here you will find the Poem Epitaph On An Infant. of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph On An Infant.

Its balmy lips the infant blest
Relaxing from its mother's breast,
How sweet it heaves the happy sigh
Of innocent satiety!

And such my infant's latest sigh!
Oh tell, rude stone! the passer by,
That here the pretty babe doth lie,
Death sang to sleep with Lullaby.