In awful absence of thee
what world could there possibly be
that was not barren and lonely?
What sort of world survive,
what man thrive
without you here alive?
What need softness, warm and white?
What necessity light?
What use Sunday?
Why should children play?
Until you arrived, the All Mighty Divine
had given not one single sign
life was meant to be kind.
But now I, less than more bestial,
know the sweetest rhyme alive to be an Angel.
And doubt it not in study nor in mirth,
that I could be valued more than your merest pennyworth.
For it is through oh so translucent you
that God Himself comes into view.
Because you are so lovely, so sweet,
I brave myself and kneel at His Feet.