DESOLATE strange sleep and wild <br />Came on me while yet a child; <br />I, before I tasted tears, <br />Knew the grief of all the years. <br /> <br />I, before I fronted pain, <br />Felt creation writhe and strain, <br />Sending ancient terrors through, <br />My small pulses, sweet and new. <br /> <br />I, before I learned how time <br />Robs all summers at their prime, <br />I, few seasons gone from birth, <br />Felt my body change to earth.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inheritance-15/
