Two bright starlets in Little Bear
Beshining the newborn morn
Did upon a sky-farer crow glare;
The olden fishermen wake,
They throw their nests in the lake.
And the good stars sing when a babe is born.
Ave:
Fallen from the sky like a spell.
Ave:
It sounded alike a death knell.
Ave:
It means 'welcome, youthful masses!'
While the hand caresses.
While the hand caresses.
Youthful no longer scream,
For gag does them easily hush;
Even the song of a nightingale lean,
May a grip of a hand gruesomely crush.
And to with Herod cheer,
To clap in a shower of thank-yous;
Until someone behind a curtain sheer,
Raises a dagger to abuse.
Habet:
How selfsame sounds the word?
Habet:
Though a bit more folk bled.
Habet:
It means a thumb pointing ground-ward
With hands folded.
With hands folded.
Habet:
How selfsame sounds the word?
Habet:
Though a bit more folk bled.
Habet:
It means a thumb pointing ground-ward
With hands folded.
With hands folded.