Two Old German Women

There were a thousand hoof-marks of sheep that had passed
Unharmed along the ledge, but only two dared not tread
Where others had gone, trusting what they had learned:
Food from mothers nurtured into deep-flowing veins of faith.

Yes, how could it be other, they thought now,
Sitting under the tree they had grown up with,
Ever shielded, their hovering vault.
Collected Poems 19
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