George Sylvester Viereck


Sweet is the highroad when the skylarks call,
   When we and Love go rambling through the land.
   But shall we still walk gayly, hand in hand,
At the road's turning and the twilight's fall?
Then darkness shall divide us like a wall,
   And uncouth evil nightbirds flap their wings;
   The solitude of all created things
Will creep upon us shuddering like a pall.

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