English poem
Rose-Mary Of The Angels
by Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914)
Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?
Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy voice as bird-note clear Lift and ripple over Heaven As its mortal sound is given, Swift bird-voice, so young and clear?
How God will be glad of thee, Little Sister Rose-Marie!