And see through Heaven’s gate

Angels within it. 30

William Makepeace Thackeray.

CCXLII
ON AN INFANT DYING AS SOON AS BORN.

I saw where in the shroud did lurk

A curious frame of Nature’s work;

A floweret crushèd in the bud,

A nameless piece of Babyhood,

Was in her cradle-coffin lying; 5

Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying: