Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
All now is silent; groans are fled;
Your child lies still, yet is not dead,
But rather like a flower hid here,
To spring again another year.
Robert Herrick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-lady-crewe-upon-the-death-of-her-child/
