Excerpt from Prometheus: The fall of the house of Limon: Sunday sunlight
Poem translation by Grace Hazard Conklin

Once upon a time
There was a pretty child;
People talked tenderness to her,
Petted her for their pleasure.
The little girl had a doll,
The doll was pretty too,
With the charming name CORDELIA.
Once, once upon a time . . .

The doll, I admit, was dumb
Not a word she said to her playmate

"Why don't you talk like people,
Say loving words to me!"
Not a word would the doll utter.
The little girl grew angry;
Down went the doll on the floor . . .
She breaks it, stamps upon it.
And then, a miracle!

The doll with her last breath
Spoke: "But I loved you too,
And more than any loved you!
Only I could not say so"
Once, once upon a time . . .

Source:
Page 114 from Prometheus: The fall of the house of Limon: Sunday sunlight
https://archive.org/stream/prometheusfallof00pereiala#page/114/mode/2up
Or: https://archive.org/details/prometheusfallof00pereiala

Related link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cordelia