The Man Who Died of a Fever

Faith moves mountains they said
And put a book of prayer
Beneath his head
But the fever was stronger

And burnt a yellow hole in the page
Let the Angels guide him they said
And they opened the windows wide
But the sunlight shrank on the floor

And the fever stood like night
Beside the sheets of his bed
And when at last he lay dead
They looked sadly at his bed
It must be so, One shook his head
For his soul was dark as lead.