Then in my heart a fear
Cried out, "A life — why, beautiful, why dead!" It was a mite that held itself most dear,
So small I could have drowned it with a tear.


"Interludes" III, in From Darkness To Light : A Confession of Faith in the form of an Anthology (1956) edited by Victor Gollancz


Then in my heart a fear Cried out, A life — why, beautiful, why dead! It was a mite that held itself most dear, So small I could have drowned it...

Then in my heart a fear Cried out, A life — why, beautiful, why dead! It was a mite that held itself most dear, So small I could have drowned it...

Then in my heart a fear Cried out, A life — why, beautiful, why dead! It was a mite that held itself most dear, So small I could have drowned it...

Then in my heart a fear Cried out, A life — why, beautiful, why dead! It was a mite that held itself most dear, So small I could have drowned it...