THE EMPTY CRADLE

The angels bending
To kiss her brow,
Sang unending—
«Come with us now».

The child replying,
The angels drew
To her cradle lying:—
«I'll go with you».

The angel faces
'Mid wings of gold,
Took her embraces
Within their hold.

And with the breaking
Of pallid day,
The crib forsaking,
They flew away.