Berceuse
Silence Widens like the ocean;
Here in silence let her drown
Love, and stripped of all emotion,
Like an iron ship go down.
In weariness the storms have died,
Anger now has left her free;
Anquish was an icier tide,
Sorrow was a saltier sea
Than this cool and tranquil billow
Where, so insecurely dead
And longing for a stonier pillow
Deeply now she sinks her head
Marjorie Allen Seiffert
