DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF FLORENCE AND CLARA
who shared a winter spent in the Channel Islands and have now gone on a longer journey.
This little book I wrote for thee
Thy friendly eyes will never see.
It was not meant for critics' reading,
Nor for the world that scans unheeding.
For there are lines washed in with tears,
As well as nonsense, mocking fears.
Alas! thine eyes will never see
This little book I wrote for thee.