Bereft.

I.     No more to feel the pressure warm         Of dimpled arms around your neck--     No more to clasp the little form         That Nature did with beauty deck. II.     No more to hear the music sweet         Of merry laugh and prattling talk--     No more to see the busy feet         Come toddling down the shaded walk. III.     No more the glint of flaxen hair         That nestled 'round the lilied brow--     No more the rose's bloom will wear         The cheek so cold and pallid now. IV.     No more the light from loving eyes,         Whose hue was like the violet blown     Where Summer's softest, bluest skies,         Had lent it coloring from their own. V.     No more to fondly bend above         The little one when slumber wrought,     With sweetest dreams, the smile of love         The placid features then had caught. VI.     No more on earth--oh, nevermore!         The shattered idols of the heart     Can yearning love nor time restore--         But--you may meet to never part!