The Golden Darkness/The Silver Prophecy
THE SILVER PROPHECY.
When the great loneliness steals on me like shadow
And the whirl of cities is a dream that is lost;
I shall not light a fire, nor at the window
Watch the golden starlight of the frost.
And the whirl of cities is a dream that is lost;
I shall not light a fire, nor at the window
Watch the golden starlight of the frost.
I shall wander through the deep, frozen dusk
Like a shadow through a mirror's intricacies;
I shall gaze on the porcelain leaves of rime,
The silver rime glimmering on the trees.
Like a shadow through a mirror's intricacies;
I shall gaze on the porcelain leaves of rime,
The silver rime glimmering on the trees.
The wind will be full of silver needles,
The wind will be a keen and glittering rain,
I shall wander through the deep, frozen dusk
And my face shall glow with the stars of pain.
The wind will be a keen and glittering rain,
I shall wander through the deep, frozen dusk
And my face shall glow with the stars of pain.
And there will come a crying in me,
And the whole grey world will peal and cry;
I know that the heavens will swing above,
And silver hoarfrost bells sweep by.
And the whole grey world will peal and cry;
I know that the heavens will swing above,
And silver hoarfrost bells sweep by.
The dusk will be hung with the silver mists
Of a mute oblivion, and I shall go
Far where dark silence calls on great white hills
Over the blue wastes of silver snow. . . .
Of a mute oblivion, and I shall go
Far where dark silence calls on great white hills
Over the blue wastes of silver snow. . . .