"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...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE LOW-DOWN WHITE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY |