"LEONAINIE!" angels missed her -- Baby angels -- they Who behind the stars had kissed her E'er she came away; And their little, wandering faces Drooped o'er Heaven's hiding-places Whiter than the lily-vases On the Sabbath day. "Leonainie!" crying, crying, Crying through the night, Till her lisping lips replying, Laughing with delight, Drew us nearer yet, and nearer That we might the better hear her Baby-words, and love her dearer Hearing not aright. Only spake the little lisper In the Angel-tongue, Fainter than a fairy-whisper Murmured in among Dewy blossoms covered over With the fragrant tufts of clover, Where the minstrel honey-rover Twanged his wings and sung. "Leonainie!" -- And the glimmer Of her starry eyes Faded, and the world grew dimmer E'en as Paradise Blossomed with a glory brighter Than the waning stars, and whiter Than the dying moon, and lighter Than the morning skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS |