TO MY FATHER
| (Whose feet tread the lost aeons) |
| Open the door, |
| And listen! |
| Only the wind's muffled roar, |
| And the glisten |
| Of tears 'round the moon. |
| And, in fancy, the tread |
| Of vanishing shoon— |
| Out in the night with the Dead. |
| "Hush! And hark |
| To the sorrowful cry |
| Of the wind in the dark. |
| Hush and hark, without murmur or sigh, |
| To shoon that tread the lost aeons: |
| To the sound that bids you to die. |
| Hush and hark! Hush and Hark!" |
| Shoon of the Dead |