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Rh As a tired child will lean its head against Its mother's hand, not all for weariness." Like two pure souls that on their way to earth Had met in vacuous space, and recognized Their kinship with a mystic deep delight And silence eloquent, so these two pierced Into the spirit depths of either heart, With solemn joy, and wonderment, and peace, Unsatisfied with sight, yet gazing still Until a sudden shadow dimmed Mark's eyes. And Agnes, reading it, saw what he feared For her, and in her ; and she shrank, like one All wrongfully accused of leprosy, Half angered and half sad at such a thought. I, sorely pressed with pain, sang hurriedly A baby song which she had taught of old : — " All the little flowers lie dead, dead, All the little flowers lie dead ; For the Frost-king came, and he knew no shame, And all the little flowers lie dead. " All the little birds lie dead, dead, All the little birds lie dead ;