Here you will find thePoemHer Poemof poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
'My baby girl, that was born and died on the same day' 'WITH wild torn heart I see them still, Wee unused clothes and empty cot. Though glad my love has missed the ill That falls to woman's lot. 'No tangled paths for her to tread Throughout the coming changeful years; No desperate weird to dree and dread; No bitter lonely tears! 'No woman's piercing crown of thorns Will press my aching baby's brow; No starless nights, no sunless morns, Will ever greet her now. 'The clothes that I had wrought with care Through weary hours for love's sweet sake Are laid aside, and with them there A heart that seemed to break.'
