On the picture of an Infant - Leonidas

Playing near a precipice

While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
     And the blue vales a thousand joys recall,
See, to the last, last verge her infant steals!
     O, fly— yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall. —
Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare.
     And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.

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Leonidas (540-480 BC) Greece
Translated by Samuel Rogers
Source: The world's best poetry, Bliss Carman, J.D. Morris and Co, 1904