To Black and Grey or August '14

The nighttime sky consumes;

And but so little light than that shone o'e the moon!

A sudden fright of terror looms,

Crept up from shaddows to halls and rooms.

The STARS, they weep.

In Heavenly keep.

To black and grey, the world entombed.

 

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