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.