64514: The Survivor Comes Home

<p dir="ltr"> Despair and doubt in the blood:<br> Autumn, a smell rotten-sweet:<br> What stirs in the drenching wood?<br> What drags at my heart, my feet?<br> What stirs in the wood?<br> Nothing stirs, nothing cries.<br> Run weasel, cry bird for me,<br> Comfort my ears, soothe my eyes!<br> Horror on ground, over tree!<br> Nothing calls, nothing flies.<br> Once in a blasted wood,<br> A shrieking fevered waste,<br> We jeered at Death where he stood:<br> I jeered, I too had a taste<br> Of Death in the wood.<br> Am I alive and the rest<br> Dead, all dead? sweet friends<br> With the sun they have journeyed west;<br> For me now night never ends,<br> A night without rest.<br> Death, your revenge is ripe.<br> Spare me! but can Death spare?<br> Must I leap, howl to your pipe<br> Because I denied you there?<br> Your vengeance is ripe.<br> Death, ay, terror of Death:<br> If I laughed at you, scorned you, now<br> You flash in my eyes, choke my breath ...<br> 'Safe home.' Safe? Twig and bough<br> Drip, drip, drip with Death!</p>