Victor
B.
Neuburg .
This I knew
when
long
ago
I came
to God
suffused
in
woe ,
And
he
gave
his
life
to me,
And
he
died
upon
the
tree,
And
the
tree gave fruit and
bloom ,
And
it grew
a
god 's green
tomb .
And he rose again
to
be
All
the
pulsing
world
to me.
"SEASCAPE .
ACROSS
the
sandy
shallows
The
salt winds
cry
and mourn ;
The little
twittering
swallows
Cry
out their
notes ;
forlorn
The
grass
at the
sea 's
edge
On
the
cliff ledge .
A
cold
grey
sky ;
the
wind
Rustles
through
the
trees
;
Chilled
grasses weep
;
unkind
To
them
the icy
breeze
.
Brown hedgerows sway
and
creak
,
The wind
's
so
bleak
.
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