To Black and Grey or August '14
The nighttime sky consumes;
And but so little light than that shone o'e the moon!
A sudden fright of terror looms,
Crept up from shaddows to halls and rooms.
The STARS, they weep.
In Heavenly keep.
To black and grey, the world entombed.
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