Once A Man Strays Out

When I Lie Where Shades Of Darkness Shall No More Assail Mine Eyes.

Tell Them I Came, And No One Answered, That I Kept My Word," He Said. Never The Least Stir Made The Listeners, Though Every Word He Spake Fell Echoing Through The Shadowiness Of The Still House From The One Man Left Awake: Ay, They Heard His Foot Upon The Stirrup, And The Sound Of Iron On Stone, And How The Silence Surged Softly Backward, When The Plunging Hoofs Were Gone.

What Is The World, O Soldiers? It Is I, I, This Incessant Snow, This Northern Sky.

It Was A Pity Thoughts Always Ran The Easiest Way, Like Water In Old Ditches.

A Lost But Happy Dream May Shed Its Light Upon Our Waking Hours, And The Whole Day May Be Infected With The Gloom Of A Dreary Or Sorrowful One; Yet Of Neither May We Be Able To Recover A Trace.