A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, Might tempt, should heaven see meet An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
No flower-bells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet, As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet.
This is one of those sweet little poems that I wish I had written. It's been in my mind a lot this week. :D