As faintly, in tones that faltered,
I heard our darling say:
"1 My shoe! papa, please hang it
Once more on the holly bough,
Just where I am sure to see it,
When I wake.... an hour from now!
"But alas! she never wakened!
Close-shut were the eyes of blue
Whose last faint gleam had fondled
The curves of that dainty shoe!