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The pigeons following the faint warm light	A
Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone	B
Then in the mist that's hastier than night	A
Disappeared all behind the carved dark stone	C
Huddling from the black cruelty of the frost	D
With the new sparkling sun they swooped and came	E
Like a cloud between the sun and street and then	F
Like a cloud blown from the blue north were lost	D
Vanishing and returning ever again	F
Small cloud following cloud across the flame	E
That clear and meagre burned and burned away	G
And left the ice unmelting day by day	G
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Nor could the sun through the roof's purple slate	H
Though his gold magic played with shadow there	I
And drew the pigeons from the streaming air	I
With any fiery magic penetrate	H
Under the roof the air and water froze	J
And no smoke from the gaping chimney rose	J
The silver frost upon the window pane	K
Flowered and branched each starving night anew	L
And stranger lovelier and crueller grew	L
Pouring her silver that cold silver through	L
The moon made all the dim flower bright again	F
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Pouring her silver through that barren flower	M
Of silver frost until it filled and whitened	H
A room where two small children waited frightened	H
At the pale ghost of light that hour by hour	M
Stared at them till though fear slept not they slept	H
And when that white ghost from the window crept	H
And day came and they woke and saw all plain	K
Though still the frost flower blinded the window pane	K
And touched their mother and touched her hand in vain	K
And wondered why she woke not when they woke	N
And wondered what it was their sleep that broke	N
When hand in hand they stared and stared so frightened	H
They feared and waited and waited all day long	O
While all the shadows went and the day brightened	H
All the ill shadows but one shadow strong	O
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Outside were busy feet and human speech	P
And daily cries and horns Maybe they heard	H
Painfully wondering still and each to each	P
Leaning and listening if their mother stirred	H
Cold cold	H
Hungering as the long slow hours grew old	H
Though food within the cupboard idle lay	G
Beyond their thought or but beyond their reach	P
The soft blue pigeons all the afternoon	Q
Sunned themselves on the roof or rose at play	G
Then with the shrinking light fluttered away	G
And once more came the icy hearted moon	Q
Staring down at the frightened children there	I
That could but shiver and stare	I
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How many hours how many days who knows	J
Neighbours there were who thought they had gone away	G
To return some luckier or luckless day	G
No sound came from the room the cold air froze	J
The very echo of the children's sighs	R
And what they saw within each other's eyes	R
Or heard each other's heart say as they peered	H
At the dead mother lying there and feared	H
That she might wake and then might never wake	S
Who knows who knows	J
None heard a living sound their silence break	S
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In those cold days and nights how many birds	T
Flittering above the fields and streams all frozen	U
Watched hungrily the tended flocks and herds	T
Earth's chosen nourished by earth's wise self chosen	U
How many birds suddenly stiffened and died	H
With no plaint cried	H
The starved heart ceasing when the pale sun ceased	H
And when the new day stepped from the same cold East	H
The dead birds lay in the light on the snow flecked field	H
Their song and beautiful free winging stilled	H
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I walked under snow sprinkled hills at night	H
And starry sprinkled skies deep blue and bright	H
The keen wind thrust with his knife against the thin	V
Breast of the wood as I went tingling by	W
And heard a weak cheep cheep no more the cry	W
Of a bird that crouched the smitten wood within	V
But no one heeded that sharp spiritual cry	W
Of the two children in their misery	X
When in the cold and famished night death's shade	H
More terrible the moon's cold shadows made	H
How was it none could hear	Y
That bodiless crying birdlike sharp and clear	Z
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I cannot think what they unanswered thought	H
When the night came again and shadows moved	H
As the moon through the ice flower stared and roved	H
And that unyielding Shadow came again	F
That Shadow came again unseen and caught	H
The children as they sat listening in vain	K
Their starved hearts failing ere the Shadow removed	H
And when the new morn stepped from the same cold East	H
They lay unawakening in the barren light	H
Their song and their imaginations bright	H
Their pains and fears and all bewilderment ceased	H
While the brief sun gave	A2
New beauty to the death flower of the frost	H
And pigeons in the frore air swooped and tossed	H
And glad eyes were more glad and grave less grave	A2
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There is not pity enough in heaven or earth	B2
There is not love enough if children die	H
Like famished birds oh less mercifully	X
A great wrong's done when such as these go forth	C2
Into the starless dark broken and bruised	H
With mind and sweet affection all confused	H
And horror closing round them as they go	D2
There is not pity enough	E2
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And I have made children these verses for you	L
Lasting a little longer than your breath	F2
Because I have been haunted with your death	F2
So men are driven to things they hate to do	L
Jesus forgive us all our happiness	G2
As Thou dost blot out all our miseries	H2

John Freeman

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