When The Heavens Mourn

When the heavens mourn The wind is not a gale But neighs its heart In the general orchestra of sadness Nor thunder flashes loud But low and humming Mixes with the drizzling rain The village sleeps The village dreams The cemetery in the cold But not snow as yet As yet Mother o my mother! A skeleton and bones Tremble in the withering Cold in the numb coffin: The village sleeps The village dreams The cemetery in the cold But not snow as yet The coma of the moon The ecstasy of the night In beauty paralysis And ghosts And shrouds Moving restless Restless Restless lamenting Carrying with them their familiar Shroud: The village sleeps The village dreams The cemetery in the cold But not snow as yet The heart speaks soft and sad The breath on the panes The cold climbs walls and Chimneys vibrate frost: The village sleeps The village dreams The cemetery in the cold But not snow as yet O mother my mother I saw tears in your eyes And they not liquid Were But crystals: chill or Time the master’s hand? In the chill The putrefaction dwindles Dwindles as the day The dawn the sun O mother my mother I saw tears in your eyes And they not liquid Were