People who have no children can be hard: . . .
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Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations, . . .
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?" . . .
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!" . . .
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow . . .
A man steps out of sunlight,
sunlight that streams like grace,
. . .
O wearisome condition of humanity!
Born under one law, to another bound;
Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity; . . .
We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.
. . .
Over the edge of the purple down,
Where the single lamplight gleams,
Know ye the road to the Merciful Town . . .
Clear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky.
Moon-fingers lay down their same routine
On the side deck and the threshold, the white keys and the black keys. . . .