Rose, when I remember you, 
Little lady, scarcely two, 
I am suddenly aware 
Of the angels in the air. 
All your softly gracious ways 
Make an island in my days 
Where my thoughts fly back to be 
Sheltered from too strong a sea. 
All your luminous delight 
Shines before me in the night 
When I grope for sleep and find 
Only shadows in my mind.

Rose, when I remember you, 
White and glowing, pink and new, 
With so swift a sense of fun 
Altho' life has just begun; 
With so sure a pride of place 
In your very infant face, 
I should like to make a prayer 
To the angels in the air: 
"If an angel ever brings 
Me a baby in her wings, 
Please be certain that it grows 
Very, very much like Rose."