A Child Ill

Lyrics

Oh little body, do not die The soul looks out through wide blue eyes So questioningly into mine That my tormented soul replies "Oh little body, do not die; You hold the soul that talks to me Although our conversation be As wordless as the windy sky." So looked my father at the last Right in my soul before he died Though words we spoke went heedless past As London traffic-roar outside And now the same blue eyes I see Look through me from my little son So questioningly, so searchingly That youthfulness and age are one My father looked at me and died Before my soul made full reply Lord, leave this other light alight: Oh little body, do not die