Sombre the night is. <br />And though we have our lives, we know <br />What sinister threat lies there. <br /> <br />Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know <br />This poison-blasted track opens on our camp - <br />On a little safe sleep. <br /> <br />But hark! joy - joy - strange joy. <br />Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks. <br />Music showering our upturned list’ning faces. <br /> <br />Death could drop from the dark <br />As easily as song - <br />But song only dropped, <br />Like a blind man’s dreams on the sand <br />By dangerous tides, <br />Like a girl’s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there, <br />Or her kisses where a serpent hides.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-we-hear-the-larks/
