Poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Beware

I closed my hands upon a moth
   And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings
   I found a bleeding human heart.

I crushed my foot upon a worm
   That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
   I found a dying human soul.

1. A Misunderstanding
2. The Sacred Fire
3. The Sea-Mew
4. The Comforters
5. The Song of the Happy Man

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