The boy would feel. He was so quiet now—
An animal, playing dead.
Then Daniel stood there—
Daniel, with Darius at his heels:
An old hound whom giant grief had gentled.
Yet he could move, and did, to where no daughter
Welcomed his hard hand; which nevertheless
Hovered and touched her—touched her, so that tears
Followed, and streamed his face.
“I brought him here,”