I wonder dost thou sleep at night,

False friend and falser enemy!

wonder if thy hours are long and drag outwearily!

We’ve passed days and nights together

In our time … But that white feather

That the wind’s blown past the roof ridge

Aye, chase it o’er the courtyard stones.

Past friend of mine, my enemy!

Chase on beneath the chestnut boughs and out toward the sea,

If the fitful wind should fail it,

Thou may’st catch it, and may’st trail it

In midden’s mud and garbage …

So I wonder dost thou sleep at night?

Once friend of mine, my enemy?

Or whether dost thou toss and turn to plan new treachery?

As the feather thou hast trodden

So my thoughts of thee are sodden

When I think …Yes, half forgotten,

Afaint taste of something rotten

Comes at times, like worm-struck wood ash

But I would not have thy night thoughts

As the slow clock beats to dayward!

I’ll be sleeping with my eyes shut,

Dreaming deep, or dreaming wayward .

And I hear thee turn and mutter

As thy dawn-ward candles gutter-

For thou fear’st the dark … Hark! “Judas!”

Says the dawn wind from the sea.

Round the house it whispers “Judas!”