My jewel of the world, she sleeps so fast, <br />She will not hear you, Spring wind, if you blow; <br />So let you shake the blossoms of the thorn <br />Till her bed is hidden deep in Easter snow. <br /> <br />Bright jewel of my heart, she sleeps at last, <br />O kind earth, wrap her round in your brown shawl. <br />Sing soft to her and rock her in your arms <br />So she'll not be lonesome after me at all. <br /> <br />I hear the childher laugh as they run past, <br />They see their mother watching at the door; <br />It's long I'll wait beside the lonely hearth, <br />For there's sorra child of mine will cross the floor. <br /> <br />O thorn trees round her grave, now let you cast <br />Your snow upon the place she takes her rest. <br />The while I stay and cheat my heart with dreams <br />That I'm holding her again upon my breast.<br /><br />Winifred Mary Letts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-snow-2/
