" GIVE me a little child
To draw this dreary want out of my breast,"
I cried to God.
" Give, for my days beat wild
With loneliness that will not rest
But under the still sod!"

It came — with groping lips
And little fingers stealing aimlessly
About my heart.
I was like one who slips
A-sudden into Ecstasy
And thinks ne'er to depart.

" Soon he will smile," I said,
" And babble baby love into my ears —
How it will thrill!"
I waited — Oh, the dread,
The clutching agony, the fears! —
He was so strange and still.

Did I curse God and rave
When they came shrinkingly to say he was
A witless child?
No ... I ... I only gave
One cry ... just one ... I think ... because.
You know ... he never smiled.