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 />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadow-on-the-blind-2/
