Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

Baby’s Verse


Hush Now My Baby The Day Is Behind Us,

and black are the waters that sparkled so green.

The moon over the combers looks downward to find us,

At rest in the hollows that rustle between.

Where billow meets billow,

then soft be thy pillow,

Ah weary wee flipperling curl at thy ease.

The storm shall not wake thee,

Nor shark overtake thee,

At rest in the arms of the slow swinging seas.


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