‘Strings’ from Lysander by Arthur L Wood
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Today I spied through dead men’s skulls
And bathed in immortality—
I hesitate to tell the sight,
More lucid and extraordinary
Than any fevered earthborn thought
Conjured in a haunted night!
We are the strings the godhead pulls.
We are the godhead pulling strings.
Why remembrance of our self-dissolving fate
Crawls on back to haunt me, I cannot know—
Yon nightingale lingers, and while he can he sings;
His notes are only falling into the rotting dew.
I am deprived of bliss, given back my fear,
Given back my golden locks and blazing eyes of youth,
A king of time and space made a mockery of snow,
And no one can believe the word I bring to them is truth.