To a Child Just Awakened

WHAT thro’ the night hours hast thou seen ?
Within what spirit world hast been ? —
That thou, last eve a bit of clay,
A little satyr worn with play,
The tender scorn of one and all,
A rosy little animal,
Shouldst wake at morn a thing divine,
A mystic who has crossed the line
Into the world unseen ? There lies
Its awe in thy wide-lidded eyes.