Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)

David’s Child

IN face of a great sorrow like to death
How do we wrestle night and day with tears;
How do we fast and pray; how small appears
The outside world, while, hanging on some breath
Of fragile hope, the chamber where we lie
Includes all space.—But if sudden at last
The blow falls; or by incredulity
Fond led, we—never having one thought cast
Towards years where 'the child’ was not—see it die,
And with it all our future, all our past,—
We just look round us with a dull surprise:
For lesser pangs we had filled earth with cries
Of wild and angry grief that would be heard:—
But when the heart is broken—not a word.

1. A Rejected Lover
2. Looking Death in the Face
3. Summer Gone
4. Saint Elizabeth of Bohemia
5. The Dead Czar

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