Friday, July 24, 2015

Ora Pro Nobis

A bird is singing now;
Merrily
Sings he
Of his mate on the bough,
And her eggs in the tree;
But yonder a hawk
Swoops down from the blue
And the bird's song is finished
— Is this story true?
God now have mercy on me and on you.

The Hill of Vision [1912]

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