As beneath the moon I walked, Dog-at-heel my shadow stalked, Keeping ghostly company: And as we went gallantly Down the fell-road, dusty-white, Round us in the windy night Bracken, rushes, bent and heather Whispered ceaselessly together: "Would he ever journey more, Ever stride so carelessly, If he knew what lies before, And could see what we can see?" As I listened, cold with dread, Every hair upon my head Strained to hear them talk of me, Whispering, whispering ceaselessly: "Folly's fool the man must be, Surely, since, though where he goes He knows not, his shadow knows: And his secret shadow never Utters warning words, or ever Seeks to save him from his fate, Reckless, blindfold, and unknown, Till death tells him all, too late, And his shadow walks alone." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |