You lay so still in the sunshine

You lay so still in the sunshine
So still in that hot sweet hour –
That the timid things of the forest land
Came close; a butterfly lit on your hand
Mistaking it for a flow’r

You scarcely breath’d in your slumber
So dreamless it was, so deep–
While the warm air stirr’d in my veins like wine
The air that had blown thro’ a jasmine vine
But you slept – and I let you sleep