What was it came to distress you? Who from the restless dead? As you sat in the slanting shadows With a heavy head. The music pressed in among us, Almost too much— You quivered and seemed to be startled By a known touch. Even when healing cadences Reached out to you, Your face looked broken in pieces, Shot through and through. As you sat in the slanting shadows With a heavy head, What was it came to distress you? Who from the clamoring dead? |