The bolts jarred in the channels one by one.
'I'll give you throwing bats about, my son.
Anna.' 'My dear?' 'Where are you?' 'Come and find.'
The light went out, the windows stared out blind.
Blind as blind eyes forever seeing dark.
And in the dim the lovers went upstairs,
Her eyes fast closed, the shepherd's burning stark,
His lips entangled in her straying hairs,
Breath coming short as in a convert's prayers,
Her stealthy face all drowsy in the dim