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SONG FROM AN EVIL WOOD: 1, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: There is no wrath in the stars
Last Line: Even in plug street wood!
Alternate Author Name(s): Dunsany, Lord; Dunsany, 18th Baron
Subject(s): World War I; First World War


There is no wrath in the stars,
They do not rage in the sky;
I look from the evil wood
And find myself wondering why.

Why do they not scream out
And grapple star against star,
Seeking for blood in the wood
As all things round me are?

They do not glare like the sky
Or flash like the deeps of the wood;
But they shine softly on
In their sacred solitude.

To their high, happy haunts
Silence from us has flown,
She whom we loved of old
And know it now she is gone.

When will she come again,
Though for one second only?
She whom we loved is gone
And the whole world is lonely.

And the elder giants come
Sometimes, tramping from far
Through the weird and flickering light
Made by an earthly star.

And the giant with his club,
And the dwarf with rage in his breath,
And the elder giants from far,
They are all the children of Death.

They are all abroad to-night
And are breaking the hills with their brood, --
And the birds are all asleep
Even in Plug Street Wood!





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