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The Child Dying
Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you so farewell.

That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.


You are so great, and I so small:
I am nothing, you are all:
Being nothing, I can take this way.

Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
For when I do not move at all
I shall be out of all your day.


It's said some memory will remain
In the other place, grass in the rain,
Light on the land, sun on the sea,
A flitting grace, a phantom face,
But the world is out.
There is not place
Where it and its ghost can ever be.


Father, father, I dread this air
Blown from the far side of despair
The cold cold corner.
What house, what hold,
What hand is there? I look and see
Nothing-filled eternity,
And the great round world grows weak and old.


Hold my hand, oh hold it fast-
I am changing! - until at last
My hand in yours no more will change,
Though yours change on.
You here, I there,
So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
I did not know death was so strange.
Written by: Edwin Muir