Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: SpritesThe Fairy Child
John Anster (17931867)T
With a mild light, calm and mellow;
It shone on my little boy’s bonnie cheeks,
And his loose locks of yellow.
And his song was sad and tender;
And my little boy’s eyes, while he heard the song,
Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.
While his soul the song was quaffing;
The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek,
And his heart and his eye were laughing.
The midnight needle plying;
I feared for my child, for the rush’s light
In the socket now was dying;
Like the wind at midnight moaning;
I knelt to pray, but rose again,
For I heard my little boy groaning.
But that night my child departed,—
They left a weakling in his stead,
And I am broken-hearted!
For his eyes are dim and hollow;
My little boy is gone—is gone,
And his mother soon will follow.
And the mass be chanted meetly,
And I shall sleep with my little boy,
In the moonlight churchyard sweetly.