Bebby Thor

They say that animals, having no soul,
When they die are never borne to heaven,
And I believe that.
But who can say,
When God shall recreate this pleasant earth,
Whether we find again my mother’s cat?​

Shame

Where is my master?
He comes here of an evening
To speak with his father.
Where is my master?
I will mark him with a kiss.

Where is my love?
He comes when it is cool,
When evening dew this greenest garden decks.
Where is my love?
I am here in the figs.

Where is my light?
A lamp to my feet
And the life of men it is.
Where is my light?
I have closed my eyes.

What was the song you sang?
I only remember mine, from before.
Teach me the new one again.

—4/5/19