The Mother Who Died Too

SHE was so little—little in her grave,
  The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
She was so little! therefore did I crave
  My arms might still her tender form enfold.
She was so little, and her cry so weak  
  When she among the heavenly children came—
She was so little—I alone might speak
  For her who knew no word nor her own name.