It freezes- all across a soundless skyThe birds go home. The governing dark's begun:The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.Death, with his evil finger to his lip,Leers in at human windows, turning spyTo learn the country where his rule shall lieWhen he assumes perpetual generalship.The undefeated enemy, the chillThat shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,Is master of our moment, and has boundThe viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.It freezes. Every friendly stream is fast.It freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
