• The Mother

    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 »

  • The Welcome,

    DID you know, little child,
    Ere you left the outer wild,
    There were strong hands steady,
    There were old songs ready,... more »

  • Unsung

    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 »