Adieu! -
"And forget not when the night-wind's whine
Calls over this turf where her limbs recline,
That it travels on to lament by mine."
There was a cry by the white-flowered mound,
There was a laugh from underground,
There was a deeper gloom around.
1915.
A NEW YEAR'S EVE IN WAR TIME
I
Phantasmal fears,
And the flap of the flame,
And the throb of the clock,
And a loosened slate,
And the blind night's drone,
Which tiredly the spectral pines intone!
II
And the blood in my ears
Strumming always the same,
And the gable-cock
With its fitful grate,
And myself, alone.
III
The twelfth hour nears
Hand-hid, as in shame;
I undo the lock,
And listen, and wait
For the Young Unknown.
IV
In the dark there careers -
As if Death astride came
To numb all with his knock -
A horse at mad rate
Over rut and stone.
V
No figure appears,
No call of my name,
No sound but "Tic-toc"
Without check. Past the gate
It clatters--is gone.
VI
What rider it bears
There is none to proclaim;
And the Old Year has struck,
And, scarce animate,
The New makes moan.
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