So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near.Shadows retreat into shadow, Deepening, crossed. Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough, Far within, lost.
Guns! far and nearQuick, sudden, angry,They startle the still street,Upturned faces appear,Doors open on darkness,There is a hurrying of feet,And whirled athwart gloomWhite fingers of alarmPoint at last thereWhere illumined and dumbA shape suspendedHovers, a demon of the starry air!Strange and cold as a dreamOf sinister fancy,It charms like a snake,Poised deadly in the gleam,While […]
COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renewFreshness to feel the eternities around it, Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew. The strong sun shines above thee: That strength, that radiance bring! If Winter come to Winter, When shall men hope for Spring?