Eremia
Here I am, sober and stilled,
Open-eyed and wonder-filled,
As a cloud-born child weeps
O'er the pale-lit desert steeps.
"My heart's torn! is torn!" he cries-
A thousand sorrows from his eyes
Pour to soften the hardened earth,
And jar Jacob's dreams from birth.
Open-eyed and wonder-filled,
As a cloud-born child weeps
O'er the pale-lit desert steeps.
"My heart's torn! is torn!" he cries-
A thousand sorrows from his eyes
Pour to soften the hardened earth,
And jar Jacob's dreams from birth.
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