Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
The Dead ChildGeorge Barlow (18471914?)
B
With toys and painted fruit.
To-day she may be speeding on bright wings
Beyond the stars! We ask. The stars are mute.
She laughed and was content.
To-day she will not answer, if we call:
She dropped no toys to show the road she went.
Her playthings on the bed.
To-day and yesterday are leagues apart!
She will not smile to-day, for she is dead.