HOW steadfastly she worked at it! br How lovingly had drest br With all her would-be-mother’s wit br That little rosy nest! br br How longingly she ’d hung on it!— br It sometimes seemed, she said, br There lay beneath its coverlet br A little sleeping head. br br He came at last, the tiny guest, br Ere bleak December fled; br That rosy nest he never prest… br Her coffin was his bed.