Ha, ha, for the trick of the angels white!

      They freed the white child's spirit so.

I said not a word, but, day and night,

      I carried the body to and fro;

And it lay on my heart like a stone.. as chill.

—The sun may shine out as much as he will:

      I am cold, though it happened a month ago.

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