Requiem
"Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like the barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tonight a mournful wind
is blowing an endless lament,
accosting me like the sudden gust
that swept hope away.
Wind was once a willing consort;
our careless love echoing
like laughter upon it--
before the jealous blast
of world war demolished you.
How the dreary years have passed,
leaving infant dreams
to the incessant whorls of time.
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