My feet walked on with stumbling haste
the houses by the street sped by,
and yet the fog that kissed the night
clung to the air, uncanny still.
The wind was shocked to be so warm
the street lamps winked and sputtered low,
the heavy mist unfurled itself
and whispered to the drizzling rain.
The faintest snatches of a song
fell though the dizzy young night's cracks,
a song lisped by the thinnest pipes
of some far phantom organ cold.
The notes were those that bind all forms
and tell the huddled, lifeless stones
the words that some unseeing hand
scratched softly on the languid snow.
The night inclined her head and asked
the fog that snaked about the streets,
"your dreaming shadow-hair falls on
my jeweled hall ephemeral,
what brings you here my flitting friend?"
the fog rolled out his words like smoke
that puffs and twirls and disappears.
"you see, fair night, I saw two eyes,
two eyes so huge, so bright, so close,
that everyone then wished to stamp,
to stamp them out, and so they screamed
"oh close the the large eyes, cover them!"
"I laughed at them, but still they shrieked
in chorus thund'rous as a swelling tide,
"obliterate the glowing eyes,
extinguish them so they burn not!"