When you were born, beloved, was your soul <br />New made by God to match your body's flower, <br />And were they both at one same precious hour <br />Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole? <br />Or had your soul since dim creation burned, <br />A star in some still region of the sky, <br />That leaping earthward, left its place on high <br />And to your little new-born body yearned? <br />No words can tell in what celestial hour <br />God made your soul and gave it mortal birth, <br />Nor in the disarray of all the stars <br />Is any place so sweet that such a flower <br />Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars, <br />It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-s-birth/
