Dark as the world of man, black as our loss Blind as 1940 nails upon the cross With a sound like pulse of the heart That is changed to the hammer-beat In the potter's field, and the sound At the impious feet in the tomb Still falls the rain Then sounds the voice of one Who like the heart of man Was once a child who among beasts has lain "Still do I love, still shed my innocent light. My blood, for thee." -Yooe