I have one great thing that comes so warmly
Tears soaked in love.
My darlington -- pigmy doll.
I rolled my heart like a roller on your tiny cage;
I dewed the evening tide in your leafy page.
I gleaned the minutes to write;
I felt your hug and enjoyed your bite.
In my airiel music I hear "Papa"
That sooths and waters the ground;
In my dismay, I tie your shadow with me;
In me, I am filled -- I found.
Your stretched tiny arm
Your lofted happy boundings;
Your half crescent lipline,
Your flued eyes and that, soundings.
No graeter poem have I heard;
Nor, any greater music arreyed in art's shelf.
That sweet soumd PAPA
Is the best poem itself.