By the Babe Unborn

If trees were tall and grasses short,
     As in some crazy tale,
If here and there a sea were blue
     Beyond the breaking pale,

If a fixed fire hung in the air
     To warm me one day through,
If deep green hair grew on great hills,
     I know what I should do.

In dark I lie; dreaming that there
     Are great eyes cold or kind,
And twisted streets and silent doors,
     And living men behind.

Let storm clouds come: better an hour,
     And leave to weep and fight,
Than all the ages I have ruled
     The empires of the night.

I think that if they gave me leave
     Within the world to stand,
I would be good through all the day
     I spent in fairyland.

They should not hear a word from me
     Of selfishness or scorn,
If only I could find the door,
     If only I were born.

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