PELICANS IN THE WILDERNESS
The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn
Where I am laid for whom my children grieve....
O wings that beat at dawning, ye return
Out of the desert to your young at eve!
The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn
Where I am laid for whom my children grieve....
O wings that beat at dawning, ye return
Out of the desert to your young at eve!