"This Dear Child-Hearted Woman That Is Dead"

I

This woman, with the dear child-heart,
Ye mourn as dead, is--where and what?
With faith as artless as her Art,
I question not,--

But dare divine, and feel, and know
Her blessedness--as hath been writ
In allegory.--Even so
I fashion it:--

II

A stately figure, rapt and awed
In her new guise of Angelhood,
Still lingered, wistful--knowing God
Was very good.--

Her thought's fine whisper filled the pause;
And, listening, the Master smiled,
And lo! the stately angel was
--A little child.