Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we
What sinister threat lies there.
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -On a little safe sleep.
But hark! joy - joy - strange joy.
Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.
Music showering our upturned list’ning faces.
Death could drop from the
As easily as song -But song only dropped,
Like a blind man’s dreams on the
By dangerous tides,
Like a girl’s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.
