To Joy
Edmund Blunden, Gerald Finzi
Is not this enough for moan
To see this babe all motherless -
A babe beloved - thrust out alone
Upon death's wilderness?
Out tears fall, fall, fall - I would weep
My blood away to make her warm
Who never went on earth one step
Nor heard the breath of the storm
How shall you go, my little child
Alone on that most wintry wild?