The lullaby has crooned to sleep so many

On all the iron fields in such a clamour,

There is astonishment

Among the waking.

So quickly these awake were cast in slumber,

Full in the light, then covered thick in shadow

There seemed no tithe to shed

Them from the others.

So deafening the clamour, soft the crooning,

So swift the change and sumple the confusion,

That these though side by side

Were far asunder.

The returning and the unreturning races,

Those who took heed, and those who would not listen

But turned straight towards the dark,

So that there was nothing

To do or say, no greeting on their journey,

Farewell or words at all—these two are haunted

For ever each by each,

In each commingled.