The Star-Treader and Other Poems

Now as the twilight's doubtful interval

Closes with night's accomplished certainty,

A wizard wind goes crying eerily;

And in the glade unsteady shadows crawl,

Timed to the trees, whose voices rear and fall

As with some dreadful witches' ecstasy,

Flung upward to the dark, whence glitters free

The crooked moon, impendent over all.

Twin veils of covering cloud and silence thrown

Across the movement and the sound of things,

Make blank the night, till in the broken west

The moon's ensanguined blade awhile is shown....

The night grows whole again.... The shadows rest,

Gathered beneath a greater shadow's wings.