Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/Her Well-Known Story
HER WELL-KNOWN STORY.
She had waited,On her soft cheek catching many a winter's snow. Very lovely was the heart unmated;Beauty far too beautiful to show, When her dewy days had withered, Bloomed below.
Children, brightly,Near her Christmas windows held their toys and passed; Mothers kissed their laughing babies lightly;Heads of girls went, sunny-sweet and fast, Under gifts of bridal blossoms; Then, at last,
One green morning,When small songs were shaking many a pretty nest, On her birthday, without any warning,Came her life-long Lover to her breast, Bringing white flowers and a casket Full of rest.