ang like a bird t ten

    ter t they Bang

    toget rocking

    th long wrinkled fingers; and

    tender and caressing,

    nohe

    great heir song:

    Out of sig of mind:

    Long have man and woman-kind

    of mood,

    taken away our wen food,

    taken aar stone;

    hunder alone,

    And red s urn to grey,

    Are true till time gutter away.

    , the crone

    hing now

    remains but t a drop of our blood be

    mixed into ched

    of a spindle,

    wo

    a drop of blood, grey as the

    mist, fall upon the child; and

    passed out into the

    ot in silence one by one;

    and all t opened

    o dance,

    for too ignorant, and ther

    too full of gaiety to knohe

    beings   over a cradle.

    he nurse

    came to o

    t

    in t of t the

    Sher for good or evil she knew

    not,  over t night;

    and ts and men of law,

    and s men, and his cook, and his

    c o t and

    gat the cradle, and were as

    noisy as magpies, and t up and

    looked at them.

    the king

    died fig the Bag;

    and ts and the men of law ruled in

    t looked to see

    er himself before

    long, for no one had seen so wise a

    cales of ions

    about the

    making of t her and

    the

    poor. I~vcryt

    for a miracle t began to trouble all

    men; and all women, walked

    of it  ceasing. the

    grey o