She sang in the church choir
About all tired in a Strange Land,
Of all the ships, gone out to sea,
Of all who have forgotten their joy.
So sang her voice, letyashtiy in dome,
And the beam shone on the white shoulder,
And each of darkness watched and listened,
As a white dress singing in light.
And it seemed, that joy will,
What's in a quiet backwater all ships,
What weary people abroad
Light life itself found.
And the voice was sweet, and the beam was thin,
And only high, at the Royal Gate,
Communion Mysteries, - crying baby
About tom, that no one will come back.
August 1905
