My vanity dresser is gone from my room.
There's a little white crib in it's place
For a wisp of humanity whispered one day
"Your Lordship hath need of this space".

So my vanity dresser went from my room.
With it's beauty so empty and cold,
But the little white crib has a mirror in which
The image of God I behold.

Ah! That sweet baby face, 
and those chubby white hands
Ein the palace of nobles would grace.
And I'd move every vanity dresser on Earth
If his Lordship had need of the space.

Oh, yes, I admit, my nose wears a shine.
That my fingernails used to possess.
And I haven't the leisure for grooming myself,
Since I took a wee darling to dress.

Hannaford, N. Dakota 1937    to Mother

How strange it is that love should be,
This starlit sky, this reach of sea.
And yet, I think I always knew
That love would be like this - with you.

1940