WwW. V.

As low —all quick — I leant,
Two large eyes thrust me back ;

Dark eyes — too wise — which gazed intent ;
Blue eyes transformed to black.

Heavens! how those steadfast eyes
Their eerie vigil kept !

Was this some angel in disguise
Who searched us while we slept ;

Who winnow’d every sin,
Who tracked each slip and fall,
One of God’s spies — not Babbykin,
Not Babbykin at all?

Day came with golden air ;
She caught the beams and smiled ;
No masked inquisitor was there,
Only a babbling child !

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