The Poetry Corner

To Edith.

By Francis William Lauderdale Adams

"My sweet, my child, through all this night Of dark and wind and rain, Where thunder crashes, and the light Sears the bewildered brain, "It is your face, your lips, your eyes I see rise up; I hear Your voice that sobs and calls and cries, Or shrills and mocks at fear. "O this that's mine is yours as well, For side by side our feet Trod through these bitter brakes of hell. Take it, my child, my sweet!"