whispers in withered grassland like motherless children crying Pitch-dark gorges awaken in clefts and abysmal trenches Madly carried up skywards laughter from shrivelled sedges Born and then lost in whirlwinds [...] gold The house chockfull But where is my luck and my pleasure In solitude here Freezing in fear Day follows day without leisure Rays of poison in every crack, An eye is out lurking, I’m under attack They scare [...] arising Streams on the sound, fast flowing in me a pinching of gruelling misgivings swirls round and round, begging, yearning for heed But rumble from gorges revels in glee at us and our loving and living They