Lay the child Angelo,
Hushed to his dreamless flower-sleep on that bosom
Which would not let him go.
Husband, and wife, and child together flutter
Up to the great white throne,
Where nevermore may Margaret Fuller utter
That piteous "Alone!"
Lay the child Angelo,
Hushed to his dreamless flower-sleep on that bosom
Which would not let him go.
Husband, and wife, and child together flutter
Up to the great white throne,
Where nevermore may Margaret Fuller utter
That piteous "Alone!"