Nobody's fault

by Netta Syrett

On the wide ocean of life anew.

There the freed prisoner, where’er his heart

Listeth, will sail;

Nor doth he know how there prevail,

Despotic on that sea,

Trade winds which cross it from eternity.

Matthew Arnold.

NOBODY’S FAULT

Out in the London Square a dismal November fog mingled with the gathering twilight, and blotted out the trees and the opposite houses.