TWILIGHT FALLEN

By Joseph Campbell

Twilight fallen white and cold,

Child in cradle, lamb in fold;

Glimmering thro’ the ghostly trees,

Gemini and Pleiades.

Wounds of Eloim,

Weep on me!

Black-winged vampires flitting by,

Curlews crying in the sky;

Grey mists wreathing from the ground,

Wrapping rath and burial mound.

Wounds of Eloim,

Weep on me!

Heard, like some sad Gaelic strain,

Ocean's ancient voice in pain;

Darkness folding hill and wood,

Sorrow drinking at my blood.

Wounds of Eloim,

Weep on me!