Returning We Hear the Larks

 Sombre the night is.
 
And though we have our lives, we know 
What sinister threat lies there.
 

Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know 
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 dark 
As easily as song - 
But song only dropped, 
Like a blind man’s dreams on the sand 
By dangerous tides, 
Like a girl’s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there, 
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.

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