Worms That Rise From Dews

Worms that rise from dews Of night That fall in the star light That revel on magic nights That drink up wanton sights One after one since The red dusk faded to night The waters are benighted The waters are in spell The waters Ocean-flow And rings the Gothic bell! Peal after peal, the night The air, the stars, the light! The airy sexton brother to A ghost from the bent Host of ghosts and shrouds: This airy sexton airy Swims in the nocturnal spell Where rings the Gothic bell Where beats the heart with fear Where eyes will cry with no tear The airy magic scent And music notes weird and bent. O verse one by one alike To drop after drop that fall Into the pail What was part full now Full: And in the air floats Of ghosts and shrouds The wail And magic with the mist An airy sexton kissed. Ah! nights like these all Nights should be! And let forget all The power and the wealth The towns, buildings and stocks And all their brood as well: What count are nights like this When the red dusk is fled And heaven’s veins are bled Ah! nights like these all Nights should be!