Vittore Carpaccio - c.1460-c.1526
This is no angel fallen in the noon,
But my sister asleep on the couch.
And don't mistake my stillness for awe.
It's just that I don't want to waken her,
Though I'd love to cup her chin in my palms,
Bend down to her, like a mirror, and kiss her face.
But I'll do nothing, just look a while, then leave
quietly. For this is noon,
Time of rest, hour of tenderness
And the sleeping loved ones.
From the book, 'Rose' by Li-Young Lee
'The Sleeping Loved Ones' - 1st stanza