Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 1)


1. I hear the dry wind's lash
Upon the stable's back
And feel that it is me
Under attack.

2. I fear the straw's dark scratch
Breaking my unmarked skin
And feel my heart give way,
Broken with sin.

3. I mark a a rough nail struck
To check the searching wind
And feel a million more
From all mankind.

4. I see a shard of moon
Pierce the gloomy shed,
And feel in birth's first hour
That I am dead.