28. Draw the Curtains


Draw the curtains, hide the light;

Themselves are riding out tonight.

Through the glen

The Little Men

Thrash the branches in their might.

In the stream

Bright eyes gleam,

And their mocking

Calls come flocking

Like some half-demented dream.



Cover darkness with the blind;

Chase these fancies from the mind.

On the hills

The moonlight spills

A ghastly dew that is unkind.

Ancient bones

Lie under stones,

But we instead

Seek warmer bed;

Not yet we meet the long lost ones!



Weekly Times 10.11.61