As first the hollow note
Kissed the sweet lips and died of happiness,
The little Child unfurled her sails.
I stood there on the very verge of sleep,
And called to her,
And Love’s own self had deigned to wait within my heart,
(Because I kept it always fit for Childish guests)
And would have given welcome had she stayed.
But then I saw the eyelids close,
And knew that Azrael who championed her soul,