Dorothea

Again from Good Housekeeping:
Dorothea
Weave her cradle, make it fair,
When from realms of upper air
Angels wing their way to bring her;
Make it meet and fair to swing her.

Laid with breath of violet
And with odored mignonoette,
Be the linen to enfold her
When our raptured arms shall hold her.

Fine as web o fgossamer
That the lightest breath might stir,
Be her robings when we christen
While the angels bend to listen.

When the fringed eyelids press,
O'er the twin stars' lovliness.
Be the pillow for her dreaming
Soft as floated silkweed seeming.

As her dowry from above,
She will bring us joy and love,
And will find her portion after,
Waiting here, of tears an laughter.