For My Child

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.