She sits beside a grey wall; sits, and sees The strange, hot burning of the stars dissolve In flaming horsemen riding on the breeze; Like circling gulls her toneless dreams revolve Round toneless worlds; ghosts; and a dead man's hand That beckons; ghosts; and a creeping mist that fanned Sharp sprays in her blurring eyes; a dead man's face Stares out of the mad procession ... Winds of grace Blowing the torches black, deaden the sound Of the iron hoof-beats ... Only a grotesque mound.. She sits beside a grey wall, sits, and sees.. One gift that the gods have laid on her barren knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TWENTY GOLDEN YEARS AGO by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS TO A SILVER BIRCH by BEULAH JACKSON CHARMLEY HAVENED by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |