Sombre the night is
And, though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks 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 on our upturned 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