Last night I walked among the lamps that gleamed, <br /> And saw a shadow on a window blind, <br />A moving shadow; and the picture seemed <br /> To call some scene to mind. <br /> <br />I looked again; a dark form to and fro <br /> Swayed softly as to music full of rest, <br />Bent low, bent lower: -- Still I did not know. <br /> And then, at last, I guessed. <br /> <br />And through the night came all old memories flocking, <br /> White memories like the snowflakes round me whirled. <br />"All's well!" I said; "The mothers still sit rocking <br /> The cradles of the world!"<br /><br />Will. H. Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadow-on-the-blind/
