Eyes in the green, in the shade,
In the motionless brake,
Voices that said what I said,
For mockery's sake:
"Who cares?" I bawled through my tears;
The wind fell low:
In the silence, "Who cares? who cares?"
Wailed to and fro.
FEAR
I know where lurk
The eyes of Fear;
I, I alone,
Where shadowy-clear,
Watching for me,
Lurks Fear.
'Tis ever still
And dark, despite
All singing and
All candlelight,
'Tis ever cold,
And night.
He touches me;
Says quietly,
"Stir not, nor whisper,
I am nigh;
Walk noiseless on,
I am by!"
He drives me
As a dog a sheep;
Like a cold stone
I cannot weep.
He lifts me
Hot from sleep
In marble hands
To where on high
The jewelled horror
Of his eye
Dares me to struggle
Or cry.
No breast wherein
To chase away
That watchful shape!
Vain, vain to say
"Haunt not with night
The Day!"