Like a Famine

Like a famine, it has settled in comfortably and it complains of the trickery of the small green leaves! and it complains of the trickery of the bright drops of water! – sad tears on the faces of yellow flowers – The famine complains of the cry of the wheat grains and the thirsty-lipped beets across our whole plain under the onslaught of the locust plague. And it complains of all the waves of life in the sea of human hearts on our beautiful earth: we, together...