Raucous

Raucous, Raucous, The ball settled in the Moon's light after Running in the shades relative of Hedges and field-walls: Raucous Raucous The night has come No Longer the night is coming No longer The stars have rung Their door bells of the Heavens The night-dews have densified And Fallen Obediently The nightingales have Ceased singing Silently Two hollow eyes Then Four hollow eyes My parents have My parents had How hollow How hollow are your eyes You Must have wept long And Are still weeping Raucous, Raucous, The ball settled in the Moon's light after Running in the shades relative of Hedges and field-walls: Raucous Raucous