Shadows over Europe
Shadows Over Europe
She glides forth aloft the city
On a baleful counsel of winter wind,
An ashen sea of mist flowed over the sun,
Alighting flakes which idly flit and drape
With a samite shroud our customary tableau,
Which now seem but diaphanous veilings--
Some inexpressible signifiers, dissolving.
It lies heavily like sleep over the earth--
Heaped on the church's aging steeple cross,
And hazing the iron crowns of lamp-post lanterns;
Enveloping in mounds forgotten forms,
Like dolmens issuing of unnamed memory.
Such unquiet fascinations yield we here,
As un-fleshed we're sent on ways so wide, alone.