Baby-Doll

Baby-Doll - - - - - - - - - I heard her crying For something or for nothing Perceptible and yet imperceptible For she is a baby lovable Sitting alone in a cot gracious Hemmed in by dolls cute and precious Looking sometimes up and down Smiling and sobbing in between None to share and none to care When pearls of tears fall from a little flower What ails and tears well up And what hails and smiles cheer up In her not incognito, bemoan toys “For we are your friends through sorrow and joys Though your mother looks at you from heaven And the play of mind and soul supervenes Immortality we understand not as we are dolls Unlike you man as you have been bestowed upon a soul”