But in the cold night

 

But in the cold night the withering bodies

Gathered only frost on the alder ground.

Half awake, instead of love's mutterings

They heard only the pale and desolate howl

              of shivering hounds.

At dusk, she brushed the hair from her brow and

              struggled to smile

He looked, breathing deeply, bewildered, into storm-shattered skies.

And at dusk they turned towards the earth, when great birds

Passed overhead in endless flocks from the south,

              an agitated swarm.

Upon them fell black rain.

 

 

 

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