57342: Returning, we hear the larks

Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks 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 on 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.