And out there now with life's high dome above you
If you but knew how very much I love you--
If you but knew . . . .
SONG OF SEPARATION
Two that I love must live alone,
Far away.
All in the world I can call my own,
Only they.
Mother and boy in the rocking chair,
Thinking of one who cannot be there,
Breathing a hope that is half a prayer;
Night and day, night and day.
Here in my cell I must sit alone,
Clothed in grey.
Bars of iron and walls of stone
Bid me stay.
What of the world with its pomp and show?
Baubles of nothing! This I know:
Deep in my heart I miss them so
Night and day, night and day.
TO MY LITTLE SON
I cannot lose the thought of you
It haunts me like a little song,
It blends with all I see or do
Each day, the whole day long.
The train, the lights, the engine's throb,
And that one stinging memory:
Your brave smile broken with a sob,
Your face pressed close to me.
Lips trembling far too much to speak;
The arms that would not come undone;
The kiss so salty on your cheek;
The long, long trip begun.
I could not miss you more it seemed,
But now I don't know what to say.
It's harder than I ever dreamed
With you so far away.
ESCAPED!
(The boiler house whistle is blown "wildcat" when
a prisoner makes a "getaway")
A man has fled.
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