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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Dead Child

George Barlow (1847–1914?)

BUT yesterday she played with childish things,

With toys and painted fruit.

To-day she may be speeding on bright wings

Beyond the stars! We ask. The stars are mute.

But yesterday her doll was all in all;

She laughed and was content.

To-day she will not answer, if we call:

She dropp’d no toys to show the road she went.

But yesterday she smiled and ranged with art

Her playthings on the bed.

To-day and yesterday are leagues apart!

She will not smile to-day, for she is dead.