Fold the little waxen hands Lightly. Let your warmest tears Speak regrets, but never fears, -- Heaven understands! Let the sad heart, o'er the tomb, Lift again and burst in bloom Fragrant with a prayer as sweet As the lily at your feet. Bend and kiss the folded eyes -- They are only feigning sleep While their truant glances peep Into Paradise. See, the face, though cold and white, Holds a hint of some delight E'en with Death, whose finger-tips Rest upon the frozen lips. When, within the years to come, Vanished echoes live once more -- Pattering footsteps on the floor, And the sounds of home, -- Let your arms in fancy fold Little Harlie as of old -- As of old and as he waits At the City's golden gates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN EVENING ON CALAIS BEACH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SYMPHONY OF THE SOIL by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE RAILWAY BOOM, 1845 by T. BAKER |