Tis aye a solemn thing to me
To look upon a babe that sleeps--
Wearing in its spirit-deeps
The unrevealed mystery
Of its Adam's taint and woe,
Which, when they revealed lie,
Will not let it slumber so.
Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning “The Brownings' Correspondence: January 1838-December 1840, letters 602-783”