Drooping there on His leafless Limb;
He looked at me and I looked at Him.
V
Where did you go, old Unafraid?
Up to a place where children played—
The happy hubbub the small three made!
Patter and prattle and toys and games,
Dolls in rows with curious names,
Voices lifted like high thin tunes,
Lively suppers with round-tipped spoons!