Then, Then Again The Eerie Voice

Then, then again the eerie Voice That dread Spread through its nasal microphone Chanted again as if by sheer programming: 'Be merry sirs, no human sees Hum hum around like nightly bees Or like the crickets on the summer nights. But merry be. The waters trickle. The gutters full. Slope the water-rains. The heavens open remain. Rain falls. Thunder opens white in rage its mouth. Then vibrating Earth it sounds. One after another Light after Light the Thunder goes. One after another Sound after Sound the Thunder goes. And the day is in throes. The red dusk fled. Throne has been left Into the hands of night. Be merry, Sirs, the storm Has ushered humans in: To their warm hearth and home And most now sleep profound Go round, round and round For no human espies Long, long and far the Dawn be; your faces have many hours to whiten with pale fear of new Dawn and Day. Be merry, dance, round and round, without a sound, silent, ghosts and shrouds, animal, bust and All, dance, merry be: The storm will last as long As the night be with me.' So said the Voice then stopped.