IN the sorrow and the terror of the nations,
In a world shaken through by lamentations,
Shall I dare know happiness
That I stitch a baby’s dress?... more »
DID you know, little child,
Ere you left the outer wild,
There were strong hands steady,
There were old songs ready,... more »
WHEN shall I make a song for you, my love?
When you are nigh me?
Not so, for then the hours unnamed go by me,
Flocking like dove on dove.... more »