The Idiot

The Idiot written by William Henry Davies

From "Ambition", 1929

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The hand that rocked his cradle once
Lies buried with his father's rings;
Yet in his cradle still lives he -
He rocks it by himself, and sings.

He knows no heaviness at heart,
He cannot feel his body's old;
The cradle that his mother rocked
Is still his joy, and all his world.

All by himself he rocks and sings -
Until he makes old Death at last
Measure him in his cradle for
A coffin to contain his dust.

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