Lament
When the night goes dark, all glowing wild eyes dimmed and dead; When the forest goes silent of song and cry and roar and there is only the creaking of trees moved by the rush of wind; When flowers no longer hum with the dancing bee; When the sky is empty of wings that glitter and crackle or softly beat the air; When water is wild and foul and dry dust bakes unsheltered from the sightless sun; When the heart of humanity is broken with loneliness and shame, saying and knowing We had the warnings,... Sign in to see full entry.