Lullaby

[girlnamedxena]

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beaty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Pproves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty but to me
The entirely Beautiful.

- W. H. Auden