Oh, tell me, where is the little girl
With the wind-blown hair and the fragile hand,
Who once in the beautiful days ago
Dwelt with God in Violet-Land?

She talked with Him in her childish speech,
She walked with Him, and He held her hand;
One might have known by her lifted eyes
That she dwelt with God in Violet-Land.

But oh, for the word of the baby lips,
And oh, for the touch of the baby hand!
And oh, for the throb of the raptured heart
Of the little girl in Violet-Land!

I stand and look thro’ the distance far,
My eyes grow dim beneath my hand,
For I seek and call, but I never find,
The little girl of Violet-Land.

“The Little Girl of Violet-Land” as it appears in Higginson’s The Voice of April-Land and Other Poems (1903).