Days
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token From friend to friend of an unspoken pain
O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow,
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,
Declines upon her lost and twilight age;
Above in the dozing leaves the grinning
Quivers forever with his abstract rage:
How heavy the days are
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
In the ember days of my last free summer,here I lie, outside myself, watchingthe gross body eating a poor curry:satisfied at what I have done, scared of whatI have to do in my last free winter