Victor
B .
Neuburg .
A
LOST
SPIRIT .
( The
Spirit
seeks
re-incarnation .)
| PASS
by
darkened
windy
ways ,
1
Through
bog
and
dripping
heather ;
I
flash
before
the silver
rays
The
moon
holds
tight
together .
I
sing
beneath
the
waning
moon ;
An
ancient
god -forgotten
rune
Springs
to
my
lips
to
taste ,
and
soon
The
way behind with
light
is
strewn.
O
silent
city
silver -
lit,
O
rainy
roads
reflecting
Tall
houses
where
the
old
ghosts
fit
,
Their
shadows
thin
projecting
Across my
path
—
the
street
lamps
glare
Before my
soft
eyes
everywhere
.
Ah
!
men
forget my
face
is
fair
,
The
tangled
glory
of
my
hair
.
O
sobbing
wind
!
O
hedges
dark
!
0
hills
bereft and
lonely
!
They
'
ve
snatched
the
hidden
boundary
-
mark
,
And
left
the
ruins
only
.
Dimly
the
flickering
shadows
stray
Across
the
lonely
hillside
way
:
Why
should
I
weep
and howl and
pray
?
They
sleep
,
and wait
the
empty
day
.
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