Some gifts with my little ones, lest they grieve.”
Silently then, like a ghost from the tombs,
She enters once more the remembered rooms,
Gives to her sons little gold-laced boots,
Gives to her daughters little kapoots,[2]
And leaves with the babe in the cradle-bed
Some toys and a basket of sugar-bread.
Now, the desolate father was standing apart,
And he marked that she neither spake nor sighed,
And Agony wrung his manly heart—