'My baby girl, that was born and died on the same day' <br />'WITH wild torn heart I see them still, <br />Wee unused clothes and empty cot. <br />Though glad my love has missed the ill <br />That falls to woman's lot. <br />'No tangled paths for her to tread <br />Throughout the coming changeful years; <br />No desperate weird to dree and dread; <br />No bitter lonely tears! <br />'No woman's piercing crown of thorns <br />Will press my aching baby's brow; <br />No starless nights, no sunless morns, <br />Will ever greet her now. <br />'The clothes that I had wrought with care <br />Through weary hours for love's sweet sake <br />Are laid aside, and with them there <br />A heart that seemed to break.'<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-poem-3/
