As down the street she wambled slow,
She had not got a place to go:
She had not got a place to fall
And rest herself — no place at all.
She stumped along and wagged her pate
And said a thing was desperate.
Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight
Just like a nut — and, left and right,
On either side she wagged her head
And said a thing, and what she said
Was desperate as any word
That ever yet a person heard.
I walked behind her for a while
And watched the people nudge and smile:
But ever as she went she said,
As left and right she swung her head,
— "O, God He knows," and "God He knows"
And, surely God Almighty knows.
The Hill of Vision [1912]
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