SOME saw a dragon eating up the light, Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!
Some heard a lost bird riding out the night, Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!
But I saw:
A low dark hill with its twisted back Two wings of flame from the green cloud rack, A sprawling flank overlaid with leaf Glitter and gleam and shine like steel, Crackle and lash like a serpent's tail!
And I heard:
The wind draw out of the west and wail, Dance and stagger and jig and reel!
With the long low sound of a life in grief!
I saw a life in grief Oho! 0ho! Oho, ho, ho Dance and stagger and jig and reel!
Oho! Oho! Oho, ho, ho!
JEANNETTE MARKS
"THE BOOKMAN."
