
Jean Baker
Colleague & Friend
In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson