Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A CHANGELING, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER


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A CHANGELING, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: A little changeling spirit
Last Line: That I shall find her there.
Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary
Subject(s): Children; Graves; Tears; Childhood; Tombs; Tombstones


A LITTLE changeling spirit
Crept to my arms one day:
I had no heart or courage
To drive the child away.

So all day long I soothed her,
And hushed her on my breast;
And all night long her wailing
Would never let me rest.

I dug a grave to hold her,
A grave both dark and deep;
I covered her with violets,
And laid her there to sleep.

I used to go and watch there,
Both night and morning too: --
It was my tears, I fancy,
That kept the violets blue,

I took her up: and once more
I felt the clinging hold,
And heard the ceaseless wailing
That wearied me of old.

I wandered, and I wandered,
With my burden on my breast,
Till I saw a church-door open,
And entered in to rest.

In the dim, dying daylight,
Set in a flowery shrine,
I saw the Virgin Mother
Holding her Child divine.

I knelt down there in silence,
And on the altar-stone
I laid my wailing burden,
And came away -- alone.

And now that little spirit,
That sobbed so all day long,
Is grown a shining Angel,
With wings both wide and strong.

She watches me from Heaven
With loving, tender care,
And one day she has promised
That I shall find her there.





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