NO HELP.
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I wake at night and miss him from my breast,
And—human words can never say the rest.
And—human words can never say the rest.
Safe? But out of the world, out of my sight!
My way to him through utter darkness lies.
I am gone blind with weeping, and the light—
If there be light—is shut inside the skies.
Think you, to give my bosom back his breath,
I would not kiss him from the peace called Death?
My way to him through utter darkness lies.
I am gone blind with weeping, and the light—
If there be light—is shut inside the skies.
Think you, to give my bosom back his breath,
I would not kiss him from the peace called Death?
And do I want a little Angel? No,
I want my baby—with such piteous pain,
That were this bitter life thrice bitter, oh!
I could not choose but take him back again.
God cannot help me, for God cannot break
His own dark Law—for my poor sorrow's sake.
I want my baby—with such piteous pain,
That were this bitter life thrice bitter, oh!
I could not choose but take him back again.
God cannot help me, for God cannot break
His own dark Law—for my poor sorrow's sake.
