Berceuse

Silence widens like the ocean,

Here in silence let her drown

Love, and stripped of all emotion

Like an iron ship go down.

Now the angry storms have died,

Hatred too has left her free,

Anguish was an icier tide,

Sorrow was a saltier sea

Than this cool and tranquil billow

Where so insecurely dead

And longing for a stonier pillow

Deeply now she sinks her head.