A Public haunt they found her in:
She lay asleep, a lovely child;
The only thing left undefiled
Where all things else bore taint of sin.
Her charming contours fixed in clay
The universal law suspend,
And turn Time’s chariot back,...
Without him still this whirling earth
Might spin its course around the sun,
And death still dog the heels of birth,
And life be lived, and duty done.
Without him let the rapt earth dree
What doom its twin rotations earn;
Whither or whence,...
To put new shingles on old roofs;
To give old women wadded skirts;
To treat premonitory coughs
With seasonable flannel shirts;
To soothe the stings of poverty
And keep the jackal from the door,—
These are the works that occupy
The...
A public haunt they found her in:
She lay asleep, a lovely child;
The only thing left undefiled
Where all things else bore taint of sin.
Her charming contours fixed in clay
The universal law suspend,
And turn Time’s chariot back,...
