BEWARE!

An ominous bird sang from its branch,

“Beware, O Wanderer!

Night‘ mid her flowers of glamourie spilled

Draws swiftly near:

“Night with her darkened caravans,

Piled deep with silver and myrrh,

Draws from the portals of the East,

O Wanderer near.”

“Night who walks plumèd through the fields

Of stars that strangely stir —

Smitten to fire by the sandals of him

Who walks with her.”