Cologne Cathedral
The little white prayers
Of Elspeth Fry
Float up the arches
Into the sky.
A little black bird
On the belfry high
Pecks at them
As they go by.
More poems by Frances Shaw
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The Child's Quest
My mother twines me roses wet with dew;
Oft have I sought the garden through and through;
I cannot find the tree whereon … -
Little Pagan Rain Song
In the dark and peace of my final bed,
The wet grass waving above my head,
At rest from love, at rest from pain, … -
Star Thought
I shall see a star tonight
From a distant mountain height;
From a city you will see … -
The Harp of the Wind
My house stands high—
Where the harp of the wind
Plays all day, …