For the dverse open link night.
This evening the sky dripped red sunset
From billowed orange cloud,
And the birds in the hedges were silent,
A huddled feathered crowd.
This evening the sky was a torrent
Of flames that left the earth cold;
In the wind I heard the shrill voices
Of the children who never grow old.
They stroked my cheek with pale fingers,
Leaving icy trails of my tears,
And the restless sound of their laughter,
Will follow me down all the years.