In this weather, in this windy storm, <br /> I would never have sent the children out; <br /> They were carried outside - <br /> I could say nothing about it! <br /> <br /> In this weather, in this roaring storm, <br /> I would never have let the children out. <br /> I was afraid they had falllen ill, <br /> but these thoughts are now idle. <br /> <br /> In this weather, in this cruel storm, <br /> I would never have let the children out; <br /> I was worried they would die the next day - <br /> but this is now no concern. <br /> <br /> In this weather, in this cruel storm, <br /> I would never have sent the children out; <br /> They were carried outside - <br /> I could say nothing about it! <br /> <br /> In this weather, in this roaring, cruel storm, <br /> they rest as they did in their mother's house: <br /> they are frightened by no storm, <br /> and are covered by the hand of God.<br /><br />Friedrich Rückert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-weather-in-this-windy-storm/
