Poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter

Beware

I closed my hands upon a moth
   And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings
   I found a bleeding human heart.

I crushed my foot upon a worm
   That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
   I found a dying human soul.

1. The Fairy Changeling
2. A Vagrant Heart
3. A Bird from the West
4. Sixteen Dead Men
5. Cean Duv Deelish

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