Michael John Pickering's poem is a welcome to a newborn child, Myfanwy, addressed with open, uncontained joy. The speaker calls her a "child of the waters" born in "a white room," which suggests a birth in a hospital or similar place, though that is an inference from the imagery. He sings to her "in hope / out of all measure and weight," as if his feeling is too big to be counted.
The middle of the poem piles up images of wonder: her face a "small starlit fire-face," her cheeks shaped by moons, her ears reading "runes written by birds." Everyone around her agrees she is lovely, and the comparisons to cherries and endless rings make her seem fresh, whole and complete. In the last stanza the speaker asks her to wake him at night just to say she loves him, and he looks ahead to a life still "unweighed, unmeasured," where its meaning waits to be found. The mood is tender, hopeful and almost dreamlike.