The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds Hush within hush until the night withholds Only its darkness.
From the deep Dark a voice calls like a voice in sleep Slowly a strange name in a strange tongue.
Among The sleeping listeners a sound As leaves stir faintly on the ground When snow falls from a windless sky— A stir A sigh
