Petals

THE SNOWSTORM

Something is going to happen:

The moon is blue,

The sky is black,

The stars are yellow.

Suddenly the snow comes . . .

Next -morning

The children make snow-men

All over the town,

With tall silk hats,

And berries for eyes,

And little brown mittens,

FROZEN HEART

The ground is covered deep with snow,

And over the hill a treasure lies-

The reddest heart in the world.

It is my heart lies so red

In the white snow . . .

Frozen.

And I have forgotten all

But one old friend.

WAR

Over the battlefield

Dead men lay,

Bloody and cold

Under the stars. *

Over the battlefield

Cannon are booming

More death to come.

And women

Sit with their children

In their ruined homes.

Over the battlefield

Fadls the deep snow.

PRAISE

O birds,

Sing of the beautiful heaven.

Sing, birds,

Of the angels,

The harps,

And the sweet bells,

We should love this heaven of God's

For ever and ever!