Prediction Poetry
Ere quite the westward shadow fade
By Christopher Brennan
1900-01
Ere quite the westward
shadow fade
and the steep noon drink
up the dew
that lingers on in the
brief shade
and holds the enleaguer'd
morning new.
I will sit down and watch
the shine
steep all the halcyon
height and steep
the cup that slumbering
smiles, divine,
and earth in Sabbath,
heaven-deep.
'Tis ten days now since I
could dare
thus to rejoice in the
calm sun
because somewhere — I
know not where —
men fell, knowing
injustice done.
In sooth, I had flung my
peace away,
foolish, and changed for
the dull woe
that numbs and the rage
that can but slay
inwardly, that recurrent
throe.
— This little mirth of
day may keep
the shining veil of azure
drawn
o'er the outer night,
where many a deep
shudders with the last
horrible dawn.
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