He Waited

He waited, waited, waited Till the harsh sound the sexton with harsh sound Closed slow and sure the church door After in that church the silence increased After in that church the dark increased And struck, struck, struck The clock of the sacristy and ticked Slow and drawled the pendulum Of sudden Light in church dark burst And danced pale figures whose pale Shadows floated shadows fluttered Silent in that aura pale Of the pale church, in those pale times And affrighted ran he to the church door At the pale edge of light in that pale night.