Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her,
For the smile has time for growing in her eyes:
And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in
The shroud by the kirk-chime!
It is good when it happens’, say the children,
‘That we die before our time.’
V
Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking
Death in life, as best to have;
They are binding up their hearts away from breaking,