Classic Poem

It was a child that walked my dreams last night.
Smile of thy smile and eyes of thy dark eyes
Gave to his raptured face the gleaming light
Of that lone star which hung in Bethlehem's skies.
His slender hands played softly on my face
And lo! it was the touch I know so well;
He spoke, and there I heard the tender grace
Of thy clear voice. And then the passioned swell
Of love that draws my pulsing heart to thine
Bade me to reach and take him to my side—
I saw thy beauty, but this form of mine,
So wasted, frail—and then I broke and cried.
God heard the cry and took the child from me,
That never was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.