All day for me he sings,
Word from Ogemah he brings,
And often warbles by the lake
To see if he is yet awake."
BERNARD M'EVOY
A PHOTOGRAPH IN A SHOP WINDOW
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,
Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,
All day for me he sings,
Word from Ogemah he brings,
And often warbles by the lake
To see if he is yet awake."
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,
Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,