57342: Returning, we hear the larks

<p dir="ltr"> Sombre the night is.<br> And though we have our lives, we know<br> What sinister threat lurks there.<br> Dragging these anguished limbs, we only<br> know<br> This poison-blasted track opens on our<br> camp---<br> On a little safe sleep.<br> But hark! joy---joy---strange joy.<br> Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen<br> larks.<br> Music showering on our upturned list'ning<br> faces.<br> Death could drop from the dark<br> As easily as song---<br> But song only dropped,<br> Like a blind man's dreams on the sand<br> By dangerous tides,<br> Like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no<br> ruin lies there,<br> Or her kisses where a serpent hides.</p>