ALOLL in the warm clear water, On her back with languorous limbs, She lies. The baby upon her breasts Paddles and falls and swims. With half-closed eyes she smiles, Guarding it with her hands; And the sob swells up in my heart — In my heart that understands. Dear, in the English country, The hatefullest land on earth, The mothers are starved and the children die, And d**h is better than birth!