“Now all that once were mine are flown
But one, that still with me shall bide”—
(The Cradle ceased to rock, to moan)—
“The sweetest one—the babe who died!”
[SOME LADIES OF THE OLDEN TIME]
A long time ago in Childhood’s Land,
A troop of sweet ladies I knew,
If the truth must be told, I myself
Was their lady’s maid, patient and true!