("Si Vous Continuez Toute P'Le.") [November, 1870.] If You Continue Thus So Wan And White; If I, One Day, Behold You Pass From Out Our Dull Air To The Light, You, Infant - I, So Old: If I The Thread Of Our Two Lives Must See Thus Blent To Human View, I Who Would Fain Know Death Was Near To Me, And Far Away For You; If Your Small Hands Remain Such Fragile Things; If, In Your Cradle Stirred, You Have The Mien Of Waiting There For Wings, Like To Some New-Fledged Bird; Not Rooted To Our Earth You Seem To Be. If Still, Beneath The Skies, You Turn, O Jeanne, On Our Mystery Soft, Discontented Eyes! If I Behold You, Gay And Strong No More; If You Mope Sadly Thus; If You Behind You Have Not Shut The Door, Through Which You Came To Us; If You No More Like Some Fair Dame I See Laugh, Walk, Be Well And Gay; If Like A Little Soul You Seem To Me That Fain Would Fly Away - I'll Deem That To This World, Where Oft Are Blent The Pall And Swaddling-Band, You Came But To Depart - An Angel Sent To Bear Me From The Land. Lucy H. Hooper.