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ABER STATIONS: STATIO PRIMA, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Why do I make so much of aber fall?
Last Line: That's all, that's all.
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


WHY do I make so much of Aber Fall?
Four years ago
My little boy was with me here --
That's all --
He died next year:
He died just seven years old,
A very gentle child, yet bold,
Having no fear.
You have seen such?
They are not much?
No . . . no.
And yet he was a very righteous child,
Stood up for what was right,
Intolerant of wrong --
Pure azure light
Was cisterned in his eyes;
We thought him wise
Beyond his years -- so sweet and mild,
But strong
For justice, doing what he could --
Poor little soul -- to make all children good.
I almost think -- and yet I am to blame --
He was a different child from others;
He had three sisters and two brothers:
He seemed a little king
Among the children -- ah! 'tis a common thing --
Parents are all the same --
You've seen those kings -- yes, yes --
Of course . . . and yet . . . the righteousness . . .
The . . . Never mind! he came
With me to Aber Fall --
That's all, that's all.





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