Poems

Dread

Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down,

Where all the women from the farms and town,

On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass

To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.

Then I sat lonely watching score and score,

Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door--

Now by this window, where there's none can see,

The Lord God's jealous of yourself and me.