Shadows
The shadow of the lantern on the wall,
The lantern hanging from the twisted beam,
The eye that sees the lantern, shadow and all.
The crackle of the sinking fire in the grate,
The far train, the slow echo in the coombe,
The ear thaThears fire, train and echo and all.
The loveliness that is the secret shape
Of once-seen, sweet and oft-dreamed loveliness,
The brain that builds shape, memory, dream and all. ...
A white moon stares Time's thinning fabric through,
And makes substantial insubstantial seem,
And shapes immortal mortal as a dream;
And eye and brain flicker as shadows do
Restlessly dancing on a cloudy wall.
The lantern hanging from the twisted beam,
The eye that sees the lantern, shadow and all.
The crackle of the sinking fire in the grate,
The far train, the slow echo in the coombe,
The ear thaThears fire, train and echo and all.
The loveliness that is the secret shape
Of once-seen, sweet and oft-dreamed loveliness,
The brain that builds shape, memory, dream and all. ...
A white moon stares Time's thinning fabric through,
And makes substantial insubstantial seem,
And shapes immortal mortal as a dream;
And eye and brain flicker as shadows do
Restlessly dancing on a cloudy wall.
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